Ting-a-ling! I opened the door of the old, fatty deli. The Polish old man looked at me, as every week.- "A cheese steak, please"
- "Sub or roll?"
- "Sub, sub, yeah."
- "Now it costs 6$. Are you sure?"
I nodded. I'm the laziest guy when it comes to be what economists call a rational economic agent. I can't tell if I really care when it comes to a dollar more or less (as long as I have it). The guy looked at me smiling and he started to make the philly steak. I just yawned.
The CNN was howling just to my left. I start watching the news. Supposedly, someone had killed someone somewhere in the States, and they were going to cover that information during the next 15 minutes. I was hypnotized... I couldn't separate my eyes from those CSI images. And my mouth started to open slooowly.
Then, again, ting-a-ling! and someone entered in the shop. He looked at me, he looked at the TV, sentencing: "Welcome to the United States, my friend".
I just had arrived from Spain 18 hours before (Christmas).
Labels: diferencias, EEUU, gente, Querido Diario
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