Lust and ATMs

8 Apr

I know I said I’d be writing about Chabihau today, but this beauty popped up in my Outlook yesterday and I couldn’t resist. Yes… another fascinating job application. 

For those new readers who aren’t sure about what my job is, check here for another stellar job application we got a few weeks ago: 

Finding the Right Taco 

This particular fellow is writing to us from Mexico City. I added in some photos as a visual reference for those who don’t read Spanglish. Here goes! 

*Note: If you’re not up for reading the whole thing, just skip to the last 2 paragraphs. I think it’s worth the read, though.* 

Hello, How are you today? Firstable I apologize for delivering late my essay, but the last week many strange things happened to me. For that reason y delayed in my work. 

The Saturday begun with a clear day, a tipical spring´s morning. The sun appeared early, in the horizont, waiting to make the trip during all the day when it asked for hiding behind the mountains. 

 

Sunrise Over Mexico City

 I woke up early. I drunk my coffee meanwhile I enjoyed the sunny day. This Saturday I was very happy because I was going to date with a special girl.  I did excercise. I went to the gym and also i ran. When i was in the five lap i saw mi watch. It was late. So i hurried up. I just can ate sandwich of tuna. Maybe in the afternoon i would eat, and if i was a good boy, my girlfriend could invite me a good dinner.  

 

The Breakfast of Champions

 I was going to see her in Insurgentes, by the neiberhood known as Roma. It took me more of one hour to arrive, from my house to Insurgentes. I brought a book in order to read it during the ride. So, of this way i was not going to feel so long the trip.  I was reading a book written by Jack London.  I think that he is one of the best writers who described the hard winter of Canada. His stories remember me the adventures that I lived in this country.

Jack London: Hottie?

 I was so excited that I did not see the subway station where i had to step down. I moved to the exit. She was there. So beautiful. She gave me a big hugue. We hold a little conversation. We talked about unimportant themes. In depth, we wished to be together. We did not know where can we move. Well, i knew where i wanted to be.  Finally, we decided go for a beer.

"hugue"

 She said me that she would like go to another bar, a new place. I didn’t want, but in order to made her happy, i accepted. After the bar, we could dance and at the night, would receive the prize. When I was going to pay the bill, I saw I didn’t have money.

What will our hero do next?

We moved into a bank, that is near of the famous “Zona Rosa”. At this moment there was an operative against the crime. There were a lot of policemen.  She got scare. So, we went to another bank. I was desesperated. I wished go to another place where i can take a drink and kiss her.

The perfect date

Finally we found another bank. Meanwhile i was retiring the money, she gazed me with passion and lust in hers eyes. I kissed her.  She wanted go out, because she blushed and felt uncomfortable with the security cams. We move to another place in where we stayed two hours. When I ask for the bill, now I saw I didn’t have my debt card. I left it in the ATM machine. I became crazy. It was not possible. I called to the bank in order to report the fact, Too late. Another person had used it.  The call center instead of helping me, she lectured me. 

There were not more drinks, kisses and hughes. The dance and the private party were suspended. At the end of the day, there were only the security cams as witness of my lack of careful, the kisses with my lover. In just two minutes there was all the story of one day. 

Aaah, love.

12 Responses to “Lust and ATMs”

  1. Ashlie April 8, 2010 at 2:41 pm #

    Too funny!!!

  2. Ang April 8, 2010 at 2:59 pm #

    i don’t even know what to say… it hurts to laugh at this, but I can’t help myself.
    Probably the sexiest story I have ever read… (that’s the point of it right?!)

    🙂

    Please (PLEASE) keep sharing!

  3. Krysten April 8, 2010 at 5:00 pm #

    Oh my gosh I am cracking up!

  4. Tiffanie April 8, 2010 at 6:57 pm #

    haha, thanks for the added visuals. too funny

  5. Leslie Limon April 8, 2010 at 8:03 pm #

    LMAO! Love the visual references! But poor guy!

    I still like the taco guy, better! 🙂

  6. Kristin @ Meanbean April 8, 2010 at 8:33 pm #

    This is pretty awesome and entertaining….so I’m trying to understand something here. His essay is late because of strange things happening, and so his essay is ABOUT the strange things that made him late? That’s pretty fantastical!

  7. Magpie April 9, 2010 at 2:43 am #

    Please tell me he got the job?

    (Sidenote: Why do I keep rooting for these losers?)

    • gringation April 9, 2010 at 4:53 am #

      He most definitely did not. Keep in mind, we’d have to edit that English to make it sound natural. (The comment below is from a coworker… she would have killed me, and then herself had he been hired.)

  8. Fumiko April 9, 2010 at 4:13 am #

    Winfree: I especially liked the “empty pocket” photo.

    Magpie: I would have shot myself if I had let that one slide….

  9. The Drama Mama April 10, 2010 at 4:32 am #

    THat’s so funny!! Thanks for cracking me up. By the way, I’ve given you an award over at my place. Come on over and get it. 😉

  10. Kathryn April 12, 2010 at 4:10 am #

    Aha, awesome! I love me a good sandwich of tuna followed by a hugue! And I’m totally going to start saying “firstable” instead of “first of all!”

  11. Ceri May 12, 2011 at 1:49 am #

    Awww, that is so cute. And all I could think about was what the call centre might have said to him (because I used to work for a bank’s call centre too and know they can be frustrating as hell!)

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