The day before yesterday, in the ministery, between sorting out of tiffs and quarells concerning the list of lecturers for the Congress and a more relaxing seance with coffee-ground fortune telling, as one of the responsible is an expert of this science.
Later, return to the bazar in the aime to conclude (let’s hope) the last sequence of my “handphone saga”, of which I forgot to take the charger (or the seller forgot to give it as you like). So, we came back to the shop, the seller recognized us perfectly and made a very good imitation of surprised air when we explained us the problem. But at the end, he had to admit that a handphone without charger presents some inconvenients. Unfortunately, the charger is stayed at his home and getting as the nerve as a carpet-seller, he proposed to wait for the tomorrow or to buy another one immediately. LOL ! (and hopefully he asked me again if I don’t want to sell my so new Samsung ). OK, seeing that I was so unwillingly to leave without charger as to buy one, he sent a boy to find a charger somewhere in the bazar. The boy, who did not seem very sharp, went slowly and came back soon : “Niyaaa” “And why there isn’t ?” “Nazaaaanim.” (I don’t knooooow). The boss sent him in another place and he came back at last with a nokia charger. Warily, I wanted to test it immediately. Eh… apparently, finding a plug is a monstruous problem, the boss searched vaguely the racks behind him, and finally got rid of the problem by asking his boy – of whose the intellect enlightened the nine spheres of Hewlêr Heaven – to find a plug in this shop which could have the surface of 5 m 2. The kid plunged under the table, went up after long minutes of immersion : “Niyaaaaa.” At the end, a devoted client took the charger, connected it more or less easily on something on the wall that should be a plug : OK, that’s work.
