Esa sal....

Ese huevo quiere sal…

Si tenemos en cuenta el arrojo de una mujer en búsqueda de su especie y resarciendo su espíritu animalesco (¿?) y no sé porque me llega a la mente la palabra molusco, cuando ponemos ese arrojo en perspectiva de un tercero surge una frase que junto a mi amigo Christian hemos tratado de sumar a la nueva tendencia global, donde todo se moderniza y mundializa, entonces encontramos una de esas frases obsoletas y mediante métodos de traslado y reconformación de su estructura la cual hicimos estragos correspondió la nueva frase del siglo XXI (en cuanto a esta situación específica porque IN DE MODER es para la vasta mayoría de otras situaciones), pero volviendo al tema ante una situación no provocada por el hombre y buscada por la mujer solo cabe repetir que quizás o con seguridad que esa sal…esa sal…..esa sal quiera... (a vuestra imaginacion, perversos)

T.

Pensamientos fugaces (propina legal)

Alo..primero los ubico y despues le cuento.

(*en cierto restaurante que pido comida para take out me obligan a pagar el 10% legal de propina algo reservado para el servicio de meseros yo pensaba!!, nonononono, cosas asi me llevan a la decision de mi oposicion a esta regla.)

Si los diccionarios han de definir el termino como "el agasajo sobre el precio convenido y como muestra de satisfacción que se da por algún servicio", en donde entra su obligacion legislativa o mejor dicho PORQUE!, porque hemos de dar dinero por un servicio que aun no hemos aprobado o simplemente puede que sea malo, llego a un sitio y si no me tratan acorde no quiero dejarles un 10% porque no se lo han ganado, Ese 10% de Propina legal se supone que sea a mi consideracion! Entonces cabe el hecho de que te cobran el 10% obligado pero si tu no deja el efectivo ha lugar, ah no, tacaño! hijo de P.! facista! te gritan *QUE TU ERES FAMILIA DE CARLOS G., despues que uno se mata por el etc. etc. Y A TODO ESTO ES SU TRABAJO!!!
*Carlos G. aquel que le pidiese cambio a un muchachito pobre de 5 pesos para darle 1, o fue de un peso no me acuerdo bien.

Por eso evoco a Reservoir Dogs en su inicio cuando ante una conversacion discuten el tema de la propina.

Eddie: You don't believe in tipping?..

Blonde: Do you have any idea what these ladies make? They make shit.

Pink: Don't give me that. She don't make enough money, she can quit.

Eddie: I don't even know a Jew who'd have the balls to say that. So let's get this straight. You never ever tip?

Pink: I don't tip because society says I gotta. I tip when somebody deserves a tip. When somebody really puts forth an effort, they deserve a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, that shit's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doin their job.

Mr. Blue: Our girl was nice.

Pink: Our girl was okay. She didn't do anything special.

Blonde: What's something special, take ya in the kitchen and suck your dick?

Eddie: I'd go over twelve percent for that.

White: Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've been here a long fuckin time, and she's only filled my cup three times. When I order coffee, I want it filled six times.

Blonde: What if she's too busy?

Pink: The words "too busy" shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary.

Eddie: Excuse me, Mr. Pink, but the last thing you need is another cup of coffee.

Pink: These ladies aren't starvin to death. They make minimum wage. When I worked for minimum wage, I wasn't lucky enough to have a job that society deemed tip worthy.

Eddie: Ahh, now we're getting down to it. It's not just that he's a cheap bastard --

Mr. Orange: -- It is that too --

Eddie: -- It is that too. But it's also he couldn't get a waiter job. You talk like a pissed off dishwasher: "Fuck those cunts and their fucking tips."

Blonde: So you don't care that they're counting on your tip to live?

Pink: Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitresses.

Blonde: You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their ass. This is a hard job.

Pink: So's working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need to tip them. They're servin ya food, you should tip em. But no, society says tip these guys over here, but not those guys over there. That's bullshit.

Mr. Orange: They work harder than the kids at McDonald's.

Pink: Oh yeah, I don't see them cleaning fryers.

Mr. Brown: These people are taxed on the tips they make. When you stiff 'em, you cost them money.....

Pink: Hey, I'm very sorry that the government taxes their tips. That's fucked up. But that ain't my fault. It would appear that waitresses are just one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. You show me a paper says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. But what I won't do is play ball. And this non- college bullshit you're telling me, I got two words for that: "Learn to fuckin type." Cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent, you're in for a big fuckin surprise.

T.