Nothing new under the sky. Initially, in any eventuality outside of his will, a Spaniard tends to checkmate. What if on Sunday July 23rd I am elected table member but my in-laws are celebrating their golden wedding anniversary at a Pizza Hut?
Once the tendency to checkmate has been overcome and a thousand absurd alibis discarded in the face of the hypothesis of being summoned to form an electoral committee, the Spaniard thinks of them all. It's a Miura bravo: it's better not to let him think.
-Darling, I have been summoned to preside over a polling station, right on the bridge where we were going to Gandia with the children and your mother...
- And what will you do?
-Sacrifice me! I leave you settled in the Don Jaume XV hotel on Friday, I return to Torrelodones on Saturday and I will be there again on Monday, Chinese-Xano.
One night of drinks in Madrid, an illustrious and loquacious lawyer approached me to explain to me his – very obvious – love of going out at night, presumably incompatible with being married (of those on second marriages).
– Just out of curiosity, and doesn't your wife say anything when you come back at five in the morning?
The Iberian genius appeared, the peninsular genius...
-The office shift! I had to attend to a friend or an anonymous detainee. The only bad thing is that I have to go to an ATM before entering the house, take out the 300 euros they pay in cash, and leave it in plain sight for her to do with it!
In the name of service journalism, it is appropriate to warn readers to check whether their partners have been summoned to be part of a table on Sunday July 23 or, on the contrary, they have been summoned with lovers to celebrate a Bipartisan party with brunch (strawberries and cava included).
Adulterers, enterprising and optimistic people, do what they can to see themselves and have the virtue of finding opportunities where others see problems.
And if the subpoena is real, we always have the option of socializing, sharing the election with the voters and pocketing, incidentally, 70 euros.
– Itziar Uriarte Etxeverria.
-From Gratallops, cute? You have voted!
Better the bridge in Gandia?
