Friday, April 6, 2007
There's a giladje in my building
Every time I came into the building he bothers me. "Oh hello," he says, "How are you Mrs. R_______. It's so nice to see you. Can I help you with your bag?" I tell him, "no, I can take it myself!" I just want to go upstairs to my apartment, and he keeps me downstairs talking and talking. Umph. Abuel.
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I don't know GM, but I wish I did. I wish she lived in my building. Remberto would fancy her for sure and take her to see his many storage spaces and properties. He might even offer her an early-morning cocktail.
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