-this machine!!
She said with the certainty it was her machine, as if she knew it from before.
-this is my machine!
She said in the middle of thousands, millions, even zillions of machines, she just picked this tiny, childish ship and with the argument she knew it was the right one.
I just work here; I can’t determinate if she was telling the truth. But the thing is she wanted that machine and she wanted it now. She was kind of rushing-flushing me, pointing my arm and start to passive-sweet-jelling on my ear:
“This machine is what I need!”
And I said: OK Miss, but you have to wait in line 1 month for this one, and she responded,
“This machine is what I love”.
My preoccupation started. How can she say to love a peace of plastic? (I asked my mind, I did not say a word)
She just responded again:
“Because it’s plastic and is fantastic”
I just looked at her with a surprised-sarcastic-impassionate face on my side.
Now she just took my arm and as if I was a 4 years old misbehaved started almost singing-screaming-swallowing-crying-saying:
This machine is what I want!
is what I need!!
is what I love!!!
is what I lost!!!!!
So what could I do at this point with this insane at my side saying all that stupid-harmonious words?
We just started dancing…
