💎Saludos mis amigos✨, deseo que todos estén bien. Hoy vuelvo a esta comunidad para compartirles este pequeño cuento, ojalá les guste.
APARIENCIAS
Aquella mañana, salĂ con mi hija a comprarle un par de tenis para la escuela. QuĂ© difĂcil es complacer a una adolescente. NingĂşn zapato le vino bien. Los que le gustaron, no le servĂan y los que le servĂan, no le gustaron. Un auto de policĂas con matrĂcula 69 nos pasĂł por al lado y pitĂł. El chĂłfer me regalĂł una sonrisa pĂcara, le correspondĂ de igual manera.
Sedientas por el calor, luego de recorrer en vano media ciudad, fuimos por unos refrescos a una cafeterĂa. La vendedora, muy amable, me explicĂł que no tenĂan agua para lavar los vasos y asĂ era imposible prestar servicio. MirĂ© hacia el cielo en busca de paciencia y misericordia, mirĂ© al frente y vi un Bar.
CrucĂ© la calle y le pedĂ al joven dependiente que me prestara dos vasos pero dijo que no, que lo Ăşnico que podĂa hacer por mĂ era prestarme dos botellas de cerveza vacĂas con la condiciĂłn de devolverlas. Por supuesto que las tomĂ© luego de entregar mi carnet de identidad como garantĂa.
RegresĂ©, llenĂ© las botellas de refresco y nos sentamos en un banco prĂłximo a la cafeterĂa. Varias personas nos miraban con ojos de indignaciĂłn, repudiando "mi mala actitud". Mientras tanto, nosotras reĂamos, con dimulo, de sus caras de asombro. VolvĂ a llenar las botellas y nos sentamos en el banco una vez más. Miradas indiscretas se clavaban en mi piel pero nadie se atrevĂa a decir nada hasta que dos jĂłvenes se acercaron.
_Señora, usted es una irresponsable, esa niña es muy joven para tomar cerveza.
Mi hija y yo no pudimos evitar unas carcajadas. Entonces expliquĂ© lo sucedido a los sensatos muchachos y reĂmos juntos. Cuando creĂ que todo se habĂa aclarado, apareciĂł la patrulla con placa 69 y el mismo policĂa con talonario en mano listo para multarme.
SĂ, ella misma dijo una anciana.
_Esto no es lo que parece_dije, algo nerviosa.
Para mĂ dicha, y sin darme tiempo a explicar, la vendedora de refresco se percatĂł del mal entendido y vino enseguida en mi defensa. Al oficial, hombre de porte atractivo y uniforme ajustado, las gotas de sudor le corrĂan por las sienes. Por suerte, aĂşn quedaba algo de refresco en mi botella. ExtendĂ el brazo y le preguntĂ© con voz seductora:
_¿Usted también quiere un traguito?
Muchas gracias por visitar mi blog. Nos vemos
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💎Greetings, my friends.✨ I hope you're all doing well. Today I return to this community to share this little tale with you. I hope you like it.
APPEARANCES
That morning, I went out with my daughter to buy her a pair of sneakers for school. How hard it is to please a teenager! No shoe seemed right. The ones she liked didn’t fit, and the ones that fit, she didn’t like. A police car with license plate 69 passed us and honked. The driver gave me a mischievous smile, and I smiled back the same way.
Thirsty from the heat, and after wandering half the city in vain, we went to a café for some soda. The vendor, very kindly, explained they had no water to wash the glasses, so it was impossible to serve drinks. I looked up to the sky, praying for patience and mercy, then looked ahead and saw a Bar.
I crossed the street and asked the young attendant to lend me two glasses, but he said no—the only thing he could do was lend me two empty beer bottles, on the condition that I return them. Of course I took them, after handing over my ID card as collateral.
I went back, filled the bottles with soda, and we sat on a bench near the café. Several people looked at us with indignant eyes, condemning "my bad attitude." Meanwhile, we laughed without restraint at their astonished faces. I refilled the bottles and sat on the bench once more. Prying stares burned into my skin, but no one dared to say anything until two young men approached.
_Ma’am, you’re irresponsible. That girl is too young to be drinking beer!
My daughter and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Then I explained what had happened to the well-meaning young men, and we laughed together. Just when I thought everything was cleared up, the patrol car with plate 69 appeared, and the same policeman stood ready with his ticket pad to fine me.
Yes, that’s her said an elderly woman.
_This isn’t what it looks like_I said, a bit nervously.
To my relief, and without giving me time to explain, the soda vendor noticed the misunderstanding and rushed over to defend me. The officer—a man with an attractive build and a well-fitted uniform—had sweat dripping down his temples. Luckily, there was still a little soda left in my bottle. I reached out and asked him in a flirtatious voice:
_Do you want a sip too?
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