Tuesday
Bar Tracky
19 hours, 37 minutes and 41 seconds
Lex, noise nuisance, quarrels with the olive in a Martini. Meanwhile Tracky decorate sandwiches of pâté with walnuts and almonds.
Tracky: "bad day?"
Lex (snorts, teasing the oil like a voodoo doll): "Yes, to be optimistic. To be honest, shitty day. "
Tracky:" The boss? "
Lex:" He is alive, unfortunately .... " Tracky smile, while cubes of cheese slices with surgical precision. "Yes, boss. That witch hysteria, brain-damaged and incompetent. "
Tracky: "Well I was lucky ... you are already likely to remain at home for months and you've found a place in a flash."
Lex: In your opinion, what is the greatest fortune in life? "
Tracky (system four types of honey and two jams next to the cheese): "Doing the job you like?"
Lex (drinking the last drop of Martini) "know how to do well."
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