Saludos, amigos de la comunidad holos-lotus, con inmenso agrado, vengo a participar en la iniciativa №5, que propone nuestra amiga Hive account@iriswrite, Esos duendes que habitan en nuestra mente, en su espacio Cosas de Iris, donde podemos mostrar esas facetas del ser que nos definen.

Definitivamente, esos duendes, me llevan a decir, muchas veces, "trágame tierra", cargo con una buena dosis de despiste, y algunas cosas hechas sin intención, que algunas veces no me han dejado muy bien parada.

Reírme de mí es una actitud que no me disgusta. Algunos de mis chascos han quedado en el anecdotario familiar y cada vez que pueden me los recuerdan.

Aunque sea un pedacito

A mí me encanta el dulce, una torta, un postre, ya conté en una oportunidad este recuerdo, pero como ya les dije, es un clásico. Fui subdirectora administrativa en un liceo, me correspondía entregar recaudos minuciosos a la zona educativa, En una oportunidad en una seccional se habían retardado con la entrega de unas planillas y me fui personalmente a buscarlas. En un escritorio había una torta, algún cumpleaños,
el caso fue que me traicionó el subconsciente y al ver a la secretaria le pregunto si ya tiene listas las planillas y ella me hace un gesto de que no las tiene listas y yo le digo "aunque sea un pedacito", obviamente pensando en la torta.

Vengo llegando de Dallas Texas

Otra cosa que me ha generado inconveniente han sido los ataques de risa; pero hubo uno memorable. Había un chiste, (no me pidan que se los cuente, por favor), donde la persona decía que era de Dallas Texas, y el otro le contestaba: "ay, yo de Dallas ..." Lo cierto es que me presentan a una profesora y casi de entrada ella dice que viene llegando de Dallas. Yo no llegué a responderle, porque las risas no me dieron oportunidad. Comencé a reír y reír, yo trataba de pensar en otra cosa, pero fue inútil y realmente un momento incómodo, porque ambas nos estábamos conociendo.

La licuadora .

Este tiene que ver con mis fallas de visión.
Yo pedía agua a una nieta y esta no se movía a buscármela, como a la tercera vez, pregunto ¿Y qué le pasa a esa niña que no me trae el poquito de agua? señalando a algo en la cocina y mi hija me dice: "eso es una licuadora, ahí no está Eileen". El forro que le habían puesto y mi terrible miopía lo hacían ver como si mi nieta estuviese jugando recostada del pretil

Ese no es tu carro

El despiste mayor me lo provoca mi falta de ubicación geográfica, digo sin exagerar que suelo extraviarme hasta en el patio de la casa. Lo más incómodo es salir con alguien, que espera que me pierda. Con mi yerno tengo más de una anécdota, porque él no me avisa que ando desubicada, sino que me observa atentamente a ver para dónde voy a agarrar, hasta que me vea tratando de abrir la puerta de un carro ajeno, entonces me fija la mirada y esos son como faros en medio de la nada.

Perderse da un tipo de ansiedad incómoda. Cuando viajo, detallo bien el nombre y número del bus, le veo bien la cara al chofer, al colector y los pasajeros que me acompañan. Es muy desagradable subir al autobús equivocado. Eso no me pasará más.

No les conté mis barrabasadas con el WhatsApp. ¡Duendes, aléjense!

Gracias por tu amable lectura.

Mi contenido es original.
Imágenes de Pixabay, con su respectiva fuente.
He utilizado el traductor de Google.

Greetings, friends of the holos-lotus community, with immense pleasure, I am here to participate in initiative number 5, proposed by our friend Hive account@iriswrite, Those goblins that live in our minds, in her space Cosas de Iris, where we can show those facets of being that define us.

Those goblins definitely lead me to say, many times, "swallow me up, earth." I carry a good dose of absent-mindedness, and some things done unintentionally, which sometimes have not left me in a very good light.

Laughing at myself is an attitude I don't dislike. Some of my disappointments have remained in the family anecdotes, and they remind me of them whenever they can. #

Even if it's just a little piece

I love sweets, a cake, a dessert. I've already told you this memory before, but as I told you, it's a classic. I was the administrative assistant director at a high school. I was responsible for submitting detailed records to the educational district. On one occasion, a precinct was delayed in submitting some forms, and I went personally to pick them up. There was a cake on a desk, some birthday cake.
The thing is, my subconscious betrayed me, and when I saw the secretary, I asked if she had the forms ready, and she gestured that she didn't have them ready, and I said, "Even if it's just a little piece," obviously thinking about the cake.

I just got here from Dallas, Texas

Another thing that has caused me inconvenience has been the fits of laughter; but there was one memorable one. There was a joke (please don't ask me to tell you), where the person said they were from Dallas, Texas, and the other person replied, "Oh, I'm from Dallas..." The truth is, they introduced me to a teacher, and almost immediately she said she's just arrived from Dallas. I didn't get to answer because the laughter didn't give me a chance. I started laughing and laughing, trying to think of something else, but it was useless and a truly awkward moment, because we were both getting to know each other. #

The blender.

This one has to do with my vision problems. I asked my granddaughter for water and she wouldn't move to get it for me. About the third time, I asked, "What's wrong with that girl that she won't bring me a little water?" pointing at something in the kitchen, and my daughter said, "That's a blender. Eileen isn't there." The cover they'd put on it and my terrible nearsightedness made it look as if my granddaughter were leaning against the curb.

That's Not Your Car

My biggest confusion is my lack of geographical location. I can say without exaggeration that I tend to get lost even in my own backyard. The most uncomfortable thing is going out with someone, who expects me to get lost. I have more than one anecdote with my son-in-law, because he doesn't warn me when I'm lost, but instead watches me closely to see which way I'm going, until he sees me trying to open the door of someone else's car. Then he fixes his gaze on me, and they're like headlights in the middle of nowhere.

Getting lost gives me a kind of uncomfortable anxiety. When I travel, I carefully note the name and number of the bus, and I can clearly see the faces of the driver, the bus driver, and the passengers accompanying me. It's very unpleasant to get on the wrong bus. That won't happen to me again. #
I didn't tell you about my WhatsApp shenanigans. Goblins, stay away!

Thank you for your kind reading.

My content is original.
Images from Pixabay, with their respective sources.
I used Google Translate.