At the beginning of 2003 I was at Pingo Doce do Lumiar doing some shopping for dinner with the cuddly girl I was with at the time. I don't remember what I was going to buy, I just remember I had two leeks in my bag. Anyway, I got in line to pay and behind me was an old lady and behind her was a little black one. I didn't wait long to pay, which was a blessing because it was already that typical time when supermarkets fill up with people. As soon as I handed in the money to pay, one smell of shit filled the place. It's hard to explain what happens in these situations, you're in a place that your head identifies as a clean and sterile place, and suddenly an element that is definitely not supposed to be there overlaps, it's like getting home and the furniture is all changed, your head puts the CPU at 120%, your heart starts beating faster, and you start trying to understand what the fuck is happening. I looked back and the old lady looked back with a kind of embarrassed look. She told me something that I don't remember anymore, something like "ups, ehehehe, shit", I just remember the second thing she said, "this is our little secret, 'ok?". What fucking secret? The black one behind the old one looked like a balloon fish squeezing her nose. The woman in the box looked like she was gonna throw up. The line in the next box was visibly bothered too. The real thing smells like shit, bro,Texto demasiado longo. Clica aqui para ver o resto.