Tomorrow is a very special day. Mr. Young, the global CEO of the site where work will be presented at our offices to make a visitilla the troops that we take in there weekly. In the mail that we would announce it was said that greet you all and babble with the employees a little bit, so I imagine it as when the King is shaking hands with ordinary people's lips moving, that kind of conversation moves on to secure has always the same joke to appear folksy and go to the next guy when your correspondent asked by Barbara King.
A Mr. Young will have to speak English, so if I have no time to hide in the bathroom I have to pray that the guy go over which Mr. Marshall. Otherwise, I'll have to play everything to chance and it could happen like this:
-Mr.Young: How are you?
-Yo: Yes.
-Mr. Young: Nice to meet you.
-Yo: Yes.
-Mr.Young: Oh, Mark, your Inglés is perfect.
-Yo: Yes.
-Mr.Young: Why, baby, you have a table full of used kleenex?
-Yo: You see Mr Young, is a classic technique for recycling paper. Left fallow Saturday and Sunday mucus accumulated all week and when you arrive on Monday, to be completely dry because the tissue can be deployed for reuse. Though you lose some another layer and scratch a little nose is still valid for blowing, especially from day 15 when the fellows we do not receive pay for kleenex and helps us a lot to not have to spend the language by collecting mustache salao .
-Mr.Young: Oh, my god. Pour pork to it here. (To his entourage) Implement the technique to the toilets in all our offices, there is much wimp and toilet paper consumption is unsustainable. And the air conditioning down, dammit.
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