the corner of a telephone conversation with my friend Jojo, I learned that after he sold his car, he nurtured the project to acquire an Audi TT. Surprised by this project, I let my friend tell me this caprice that took the shape of a revolution since my friend Jojo was until the fierce defender of station wagons, 4x4 (CODAC) and other wealthy family. Somewhat annoyed, my friend told me that his oldest daughter while living at home seized every opportunity to live the farthest from his parents while their younger son is had given it had no interest going out with them. By the same token it was unclear how a family sedan could be justified.
was the first day of school; Jojo was a little tense at that time seeking a new entry in BTS for his daughter, who the day of the season had remembered that school that would welcome him the next day he did not. Jojo also explained that his wife weighed just because she showed some exasperation at the idea of the probable arrival of this little roadster: Its activity Tupperware representative in preferring him a break. Jojo had already had occasion to be exasperated when his wife told him she was pregnant with their second son after five months of pregnancy and menstrual surprise, surprise any one could get pregnant taking the pill (see below). A chance for Jojo, who found an excuse to resume there for twenty years with his wife.
While earning a decent living, Jojo also explained that the intense activity of reselling the vehicle was linked to another change in the status of cars companies in its business. Working on an area bounded by Lyon, Grenoble, Nice and Marseille Jojo had the pleasure of being told that its diesel engine capacity was too large (a 406 break) on the commitments of its business laws to the ecology and, moreover Zobilamouche in SA, "we do not like big rollers." Jojo penalty for uses bottom ESTs but ends his days and 17 hours (train connections require) and roll with a moderately-car that passes between the drops of écolocratie.
Happy husband, happy father, recognized framework, Jojo told me it was 50 years old and rung it appropriate that it took a little pleasure before the pain do not preclude the contortions required to fit into a roadster.
Shortly before my friend Peter told me that her 22 year old son beat the cold. Since I was surprised by the glaciation of their reports, Peter explained that her son had, during an argument, given his annoyance to have a stingy father. My friend Peter, annoyed, reminded me of his recent purchase of a 207 new for her charming toddler. Good at math, Peter sent me to the quick addition of the student rents the studio that he provided to his son for three years to prevent him to travel the 52 miles that separated him from his university. Peter, who cheats on his wife as an African elephant, reminded me that he had married because she became pregnant while taking the pill (remake »place) and he remained faithful to the home only for "raising his son." We spoke our youth and even our children in the sixth ... We thought the year 2000 as we imagined with cars flying everywhere rich, meals taken in two pills, more poverty and us as happy as kings with interesting women, and kids flourished and tomorrows. As our conversation concluded, "Mistral win was on the radio. I felt like a chill: it must be the winner Bise! Peter remembered he had also left a woman he was very loving to his family and probably favor the conventions, he also told me that he had been gone to jobs that do it easily mobilized no more than four neurons and he had filled his bank account.
I say that Jojo, Peter and I did not really dream of beautiful life like this; lives we have neither failed nor really really successful: Even then we did things by halves! With Jojo and we talk about Peter Dinky toys, TV Sabbagh in 819 lines of black and white, with Zorro on Thursday, the 2 CV on the edge of sidewalks, Juvaquatre the grocer, the seaside holiday, the walks in the park with our mother's hand, the ink Violet, the 45 laps of Claude Francois, the first
moped, the passage in the sixth, the smell of the father and his Gallic rugby matches on TV; The butcher with his white apron, the merchant of colors in gray overalls, an armored vehicle in Colombey with a flag above the playground (an OLED, a delocalisation) gifts Bonux Mom and extending the machine with wooden pins. And then, forty or forty-five years have passed. It is midnight, a fraternal embrace Pierre and Jojo (1).
(1) Pure fiction, this article is simply a new draft that will enrich surely one day the rays of the NRF. Peter and Jojo characters are invented, any resemblance to characters living or having lived is absolutely coincidental.
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