My hair has become a linguistic karma.
so staggered I do not want, but I learned the word with my first hairdresser as I have told and repeated here for several years. Staggered. Staggered. Or again: as usual, as usual. But my first barber was sinking in a conversation increasingly elaborate telephone, address and Senorita at rates increasingly dark, the girls increasingly exotic washed the heads succeeded each other rapidly to be the ugliest of all: one who knew about checkpoints, and goings numbers-betting occurs to me. The salon was increasingly empty and I increasingly asymmetric.
One day, a few blocks before my old hairdresser myself wondering what was causing my fidelity to that increasingly distracted barber, black, super Amella scissors. was, without doubt, a faithful linguistic How not to cut my hair with it had been my teacher in vocabulary peluqueril since I came to this country? Besides the price, of course: as the greatest gain comes from illegal betting, the price of hair treatments, cutting and drying have remained the same over the years. That day I thought I had passed far beyond the first level of the language course and maybe could go to another hairdresser without problems and without my master barber feel disappointed. I think it also helped that from where I could see that my old hairdresser was closed.
I walked a block or two and came across a sign that read: "Fulanita, golden hands." Nobody will believe me, but that was the name of the salon. Well, it's so and so is only to protect the privacy of the woman, but the "golden hands" is a vulgar cast of reality. Translated, that is. No self-respecting hairdressers in my country would take such a name (I comes to mind that which is called "Engineering hair), but on this side of this side of the world are very strange things ...
I explained to the lady and her golden hands he did not want hair as staggered, but I could not even use because I ballooned. The woman and her golden hands (I was about to write: "Edward Scissorhands") told me that I understand perfectly, not to worry. As I cut their hair exactly as I wanted, I asked - the lady and her hands - until the evil that I would die . I made a summary of my life, life in the countryside where I live, I spoke of my children, my husband told her in detail what I was doing.
- English teacher? - I told the lady and her hands And how do you teach English if you speak Hebrew?
- In what language we've been talking so far? - I asked, pissed.
The lady and her hands did not understand the question, I looked confused. In order not to disperse - not a thing that I stagger hair suddenly got the call and said
- I am a professor of Hebrew, but in English.
hair as it was me as I wanted, but I'm not going to step on the salon where I cut my self-esteem also linguistics. Never mind all the effort you make to speak the language correctly, some people hear my accent and I get a label. That same day in the morning had suggested to my boss a course in American literature in Hebrew. After this cut, this woman and her golden hands, I think it will withdraw the proposal and mute.
return the asymmetric rolling my old barber, to his box, your details and Senorita. There the price is always the same, no one asks me about my life and I may agree to learn the words needed to cope with illegal betting, especially now that I broke down my dream literature.
so staggered I do not want, but I learned the word with my first hairdresser as I have told and repeated here for several years. Staggered. Staggered. Or again: as usual, as usual. But my first barber was sinking in a conversation increasingly elaborate telephone, address and Senorita at rates increasingly dark, the girls increasingly exotic washed the heads succeeded each other rapidly to be the ugliest of all: one who knew about checkpoints, and goings numbers-betting occurs to me. The salon was increasingly empty and I increasingly asymmetric.
One day, a few blocks before my old hairdresser myself wondering what was causing my fidelity to that increasingly distracted barber, black, super Amella scissors. was, without doubt, a faithful linguistic How not to cut my hair with it had been my teacher in vocabulary peluqueril since I came to this country? Besides the price, of course: as the greatest gain comes from illegal betting, the price of hair treatments, cutting and drying have remained the same over the years. That day I thought I had passed far beyond the first level of the language course and maybe could go to another hairdresser without problems and without my master barber feel disappointed. I think it also helped that from where I could see that my old hairdresser was closed.
I walked a block or two and came across a sign that read: "Fulanita, golden hands." Nobody will believe me, but that was the name of the salon. Well, it's so and so is only to protect the privacy of the woman, but the "golden hands" is a vulgar cast of reality. Translated, that is. No self-respecting hairdressers in my country would take such a name (I comes to mind that which is called "Engineering hair), but on this side of this side of the world are very strange things ...
I explained to the lady and her golden hands he did not want hair as staggered, but I could not even use because I ballooned. The woman and her golden hands (I was about to write: "Edward Scissorhands") told me that I understand perfectly, not to worry. As I cut their hair exactly as I wanted, I asked - the lady and her hands - until the evil that I would die . I made a summary of my life, life in the countryside where I live, I spoke of my children, my husband told her in detail what I was doing.
- English teacher? - I told the lady and her hands And how do you teach English if you speak Hebrew?
- In what language we've been talking so far? - I asked, pissed.
The lady and her hands did not understand the question, I looked confused. In order not to disperse - not a thing that I stagger hair suddenly got the call and said
- I am a professor of Hebrew, but in English.
hair as it was me as I wanted, but I'm not going to step on the salon where I cut my self-esteem also linguistics. Never mind all the effort you make to speak the language correctly, some people hear my accent and I get a label. That same day in the morning had suggested to my boss a course in American literature in Hebrew. After this cut, this woman and her golden hands, I think it will withdraw the proposal and mute.
return the asymmetric rolling my old barber, to his box, your details and Senorita. There the price is always the same, no one asks me about my life and I may agree to learn the words needed to cope with illegal betting, especially now that I broke down my dream literature.
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