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The man with the mustache he always says no

As the man with the mustache he sees me arrive at the ticket office, look up at the sky and began to mumble with his usual sullen expression on her face oblong. I smile cordially.

- I would like a weekly V. M. for the last of August - with theatrical wonder affability.
He starts shaking his head.
- can no longer make the weekly V. M. - He says as if exhaling its last breath. I
undaunted, I insist - but I have to do the weekly.
He begins to boil and marks: - NON-you-can '! -

not grant him a truce. - Excuse me, you know, but I work only the last of August and then a monthly subscription does not suit me. What should I do?
He growls: - You must do the tickets every day.
I pretend indignation.
- spend more and thus risk losing the train every morning because of its slow? The man with the mustache
grinds his teeth and stares at me with bloodshot eyes.
I put on a white face naive: - ... and how come you can not do the weekly?
That's the straw that breaks the camel's back.

The man with the mustache jumps up, sticks to the glass and bawls: - CAN NOT 'TO DO AND MORE! CAN NOT 'TO DO! I HAVE DECIDED I MICA! 'SO' AND MORE! CAN NOT '.
peaceful air while I watch him with pants and with eyes wide in exasperation. I look forward to his heart attack but does not arrive.
Quite calmly, my servant's surprising move: - Then I do a weekly P. M. via V.!
He obviously did not expect that I knew the trick to get around the problem and remains of stone for a few seconds. When shooting, curling mustache and frowned suspiciously.
- Why do not you asked me now? - Dry bark.
- Why do not you brought me?

The bile salt to the brain.
- I'm not the information office, I! I do not make the rules trenitalia mica, me! I DO WHAT I ASKED YOU ! The fixed
briefly closing his eyes and forces made the final move.
- I had asked a week from V. M., but she made me ...

He cried out, grabs a stapler, the bangs on the table and the white foam that dries drip from the corners of his mouth.
- Why NOT CAN 'DO! It can be done only by P. M. via V.!
- Thanks, I knew that already! I told myself!
He begins to tear his mustache, his eyes wide and shook hands with pronounced tremor. She stares at me now terrified.
- So ... - Babbling murmurs, - him I do this weekly P. M. via V.?
- Look, forget it. I do it at home online. Goodbye and thank you.
As I leave, I hear him howling from behind the glass.