This morning, my Daddy to the Halali a coffee-blown. And I had to follow the call of the producer.
was nice again to sip a cup of caffeine with him about the bet.
When we were inclined us to the end, he said on the way home: "Spring time but at the bakery inside and get your old boy mal ne tabloid"
"Oh man ... tabloid? That's terrible! Lies but something clever."
"I buy that but only because the sports section!" It thundered at me.
"Well ... I'll bring even the playboy with as you read probably also only the interviews."
So I jumped at the bakery inside, grabbed the picture and held it against the baker man.
This gave me a look in silence.
"Once the picture!" I said brightly.
No answer.
"Is not you well? Or is the image's newspaper? This is for my old man, who is dependent on the sports pages."
He raised his eyebrows.
"And what am I to do?"
"What ?"... I was confused.
"What shall I live, when people buy only the stupid newspaper?"
spoke, and looked at me a little weepy at play.
"Then pack nochn bread on it before you here I begin to cry."
His face lit up.
"Ah, my friend, we take off. What kind of bread you'd like to do?"
"Good."
"They're all good."
"Then one of the sports section, that my daddy and what has it."
"You have the image that meet the needs of sports." he cried, with a raised index finger.
"Ok, then one of the little there."
He packed up and took home the bread and the image. Then he looked up again and said,
"Such a meeting helps one over the day, and boosts self-esteem."
"Aha ..." I replied.
"Yeah, but you were immediately went out again, and only with the tabloid."
"very possible."
"I'm a good Seller, "he grinned.
" If you were one, I would have certainly bought a few rolls. "
He thought for a moment.
" No, You looked like you've had your breakfast. "
There was I am impressed by the baker, the old roll-Sherlock.
How it looked, at least from today, folks!
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