The mocro and Rider

In the place where I caught the "charter" to go take care of my own life every afternoon, a busy intersection in a certain avenue of Sao Paulo, it always happens some kind of bizarre incident. And as I am a lucky guy, of all people who get the same bus at the same time, the eccentricities usually hit me like a lightning rod.

Last week, I can not remember the day, nor do I care, here is what happens most of them. You know women and ugly, beyond the realm of disenchanted mocreônicas? Those who make Fiona feel a miss? Those with the face of Trash, Trash and stench of way Trailer Trash? So here is this lady pleaded with me, and wore the most beautiful words of his extensive vocabulary.

Yes, my dear, people who were there can confirm this.

Finally, after losing the opening two signs in her monologue, she finally crossed the street swearing eternal vengeance.

Because they spent a few days, and on Thursday last whom I appear there, the same bat-time? The same, this time together and just looking at me laughing and that was a delight.

Behold, yesterday, Friday 13th, after a week of work, cloudy weather, bad traffic, etc, etc, etc, were to comment:

"Damn, is already giving the bus schedule and nothing happened bizarre today, that thing!"

As if by magic, there is a bike in our direction, and who was on the back? Herself. This time accompanied by her supposed husband looking for male who moved with his wife.

More huh?!

The distinguished gentleman, appearing to have been literate, he argued with two or three Gruner that he wanted from the face of the bastard who messed with his wife in the street. I even tried to tell him that his mocro, says wife was lunatic, but then I realized that his single neuron was half-duplex, gave up and I regretted to have spent 4 or 5 seconds of my life with it. I turned to the direction of where would the charter and left him talking to himself.

The boy went Vengeance swearing and vowing to see if someone stalking mexeria with his wife again. He would have given us a lesson, leaving all blurring by its Corgo, bravery and virility. The mocro was with him, perched on his hip, laughing while stand it.

I wonder:

1. Friday, after a whole week of work, little sleep, I still have to hear it? I? Mocro mess with on the street?
2. I'm not even time to read the books I carry in a backpack or a decent update the blog, I will lose my time with mocro bikers and equipped with IQ and mental age of a digit?
3. Damn, what leads Alaguir to be so clueless to the point of approaching a stranger on the street and go tell the hubby? Worse, it takes someone to be so clueless, unable to stop what they're doing to go take satisfaction with a stranger on the street?

I am not surprised when two people are from the same level and do things on the bullet.

When I came to Sao Paulo everyone told me I would be assaulted, murdered and slain at the first corner, and the first violent incident after almost three years was a guy in a helmet with a CG mocro trying to bullying? WTF? I'm disappointed. I expected more of.

Personnel who handle bus there was even afraid of being machine-gunned, hijacked, called corinthiano or something, ui!

If by chance they appear again and not slaughtering the people, we will post photos here and / or videos of the couple, so you have an idea of what the term "Trailer Trash".