August 8, 2011

ICE CREAM MARX :-)

ART. ICE CREAM MARX. A little Play.
Place: Any restaurant in F, or in fact any other place. W is having dinner with some friends.
Time: Summer time, distended atmosphere, desert time.
W (always after reading the desert's menu most carefully): Have you got any ice cream?
Waiter/waitress: Yes.
W: How many scoops come with the serving?
Waiter/waitress: Two.
It could be any other number but it happens to be the most usual one, at least in F.
W: OK, I'll have ... Vanilla, Chocolate, and Strawberry.
Whatever the number stipulated by the waiter/waitress, and always the same flavors.
A long laughing and retelling of the story follows always for some minutes at the table.
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ICE CREAM MARX. Una pequeña pieza de teatro.
Lugar: Cualquier restaurante en F,  o en cualquier otro sitio. W está cenando con unos amigos.
Tiempo: Verano, ambiente distendido, la hora del postre.
W (siempre después de leer la carta con atención): ¿Tenéis helado?
Camarero/camarera: Si.
W: ¿Cuántas bolas ponéis?
Camarero/camarera: Dos.
Podría ser cualquier otro número, pero este es el más usual, al menos en Formentera.
W: Vale, pues ponme ... Vainilla, Chocolate y Fresa.
Cualquiera que sea el número ofrecido por el camarero/camarera y siempre los mismos sabores.
Un buen rato de risas y recuentos de la historia sigue siempre durante unos minutos en la mesa.
a.

9 comments:

  1. Hello:
    We do love this story which speaks of complete individuality.

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  2. me suena me suena, cada uno a lo suyo:-)

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  3. Actually sounds like someone I know, however the person in question will always ask to sample new flavours and then go back to the flavour they always have!

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  4. Any story involving ice cream screams of summer and happiness. Unless you drop it.

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  5. This story's so nice! And so your blog!
    Laura@RicevereconStile

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  6. it's good to know what you like :)

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  7. A good friend he is, but W is not me!

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