A story to be told in five minutes
As you know the most entertaining, harmful or disadvantageous stories never happen with me or with you. They only happen with our friends who told us and we retold to others. This story is not diverse and it actually happened with a friend of me. ‘The Tchê, a Gaucho man as the time he had gotten married, on his honeymoon, in May 1972. They had decided to spend their honeymoon in Buenos Ayres City, the Capital of Argentina, and they had traveled by bus from their City, Santa Maria, in the Center Region of his State to Uruguaiana City, the frontier in West of RS State. They had crossed the edge of our country on “Friendly Bridge” on Uruguay River, in Passo de Los Libres and bought the air tickets to Buenos Ayres, the capital. According him, the troubles had started when they had handed the passages. He told me that he hadn’t read them, he had only asked to the attendant of the Flight Company what time would the plane departure to the Capital and he had answered him: “a las tres e binte”. It wasn’t twelve o’clock, and then he thought that they had time to have lunch. They went to the airport restaurant. At there, the waiter questioned them what would they order. He requested him two union beefsteaks, fried potatoes, rice, bean and salad. The waiter questioned him “how many beefs?” He reinforced the order: “two beefsteaks, one for me and other to my wife”. At that moment, when he had confirmed the provisions to be eaten, all people who were around looked at them with incredible sights. He told me that he hadn’t understood anything until they had received the plates with the feed. “When the waiter brought us the two beefs, we couldn’t believe in which we were seeing”, he told me. “We hadn’t had idea of the volume of beefsteak. It was an amazing and incredible thing. Every beef had more than two centimeters high and passed more than five centimeters at each side of the border of the plates”. He told me from that hour until the end of the lunch they only looked at themselves and at that time they had stayed red their faces. They didn’t remember if they talk themselves any more from that hour ahead. They got languished. Only at that moment, they had just understood why the waiter and the sided crowd had been astonished when he had ordered two beefsteaks. They had only known “our beefsteaks, the Brazilian beefs”, which aren’t crushed meat because they serve only one piece, but our beefs look like a piece of meat that the ‘gauchos’ say: gagging cats!!!
The ‘Tchê’ told me that they hadn’t finished their lunch when the attendant of the air company approached and questioned if they wouldn’t take the plane to the Capital. They confirmed, yes, they would take the flight. Then he shouted: “you are late”. The fly is “a las tres e binte!”. Gaucho said that he showed his watch to him and said: “it’s thirteen o’clock and the flight departures will be at fifteen”. The assistant intensified, the flying is “a las treze e binte! Las treze e binte!! No a las quinze e binte!!!, you are late!!!.” From that moment ahead they worried up. They became a thunderbolt. They had paid much more in the restaurant because they didn’t do the necessary monetary modification, nor had wait for the change. They had rushed and had gotten the flight relatively on time. After the plane took off, the staff of the flight brought them “the lunch!!!”
Work presented for school “Mnemo System” – as intermediate student - on 08/10/2004.
