I knocked on the door of an apartment on the second floor of an old building. The shutters of the window down from the door open and a missionary sticks his head out and says, "Hola Presidente, ¿Cómo esta?" I say, "Fine, Elder. How about opening the door?" He says, "Sorry, I can't. We lost the keys to our apartment last night." So, I say, "We'll, Elder, how am I going to get in and out to visit you?" I will let your imagination fill in the rest of the conversation that took place over the next 15 minutes. Here is a little help for you...
Entering like a thief in the night!
Luckily, there was nothing cooking at the time.
Might as well leave with the same dignity with which I entered. I could not make this up if I tried!
Haha! That is hilarious! It would be interesting to see more of what the apartments are like...
ReplyDeleteOh and I love the look on your face in the first pic!
ReplyDeleteMaipu II!!! That's my window! And the frying pan still has oil in it... hahaha. I'm still following you Presidente! Gracias por todo!
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