At half past seven in the morning I was already on my way to the city center. I wanted to take advantage of the good weather to do my shopping. Of course I didn't take anything into account. Today is Sunday and the stores decided not to open so early. But I was already in the city center so I waited.

The first store I went to is where I buy my cigarettes. In truth, I spent all these days buying them detailed near my home and in the end it was more expensive. I don't know what happened to me that I fell into this game. But nothing to what I did chest.

While I was there, something strange happened to me, but in the end it was nice. The girl who was taking care of me was quite upset and I understand her. There was one of those clients who would take the stone from anyone. Working with an audience is hard, I know that from experience, and if the audience is as stupid as those who had the situation, it becomes hard.

I was undecided on which cigarette box to buy. He defined the relationship between price and quality. The girl already bothered with the other customers was more bothered by my indecision. And with no pips on her tongue, she said the following sentence.

• There is a gentleman who chooses at last all are cigars!

In fact, I'll be right in. I would have specifically insulted the one who was attending me. I don't know if perhaps it's maturity or that I learned that words don't offend and even less if someone doesn't know what they're talking about. But anyway. I thought that the best way to face the situation is with humor and so I did.

Taking advantage of the fact that we Venezuelans are arrows when it comes to double meaning and mischief, I looked at her and said

• I like these but those are bigger and stronger.

When I finished saying this there was a deathly silence that invaded the whole business. The face of the girl and of all the presenters, in spite of the mouthpiece, was a sea of mischief that was reflected in the eyes. With my experience in the theater in this type of situation, wait a few seconds and comment.

• It sounded ugly, didn't it? I just got a big kick out of it!

In unison everyone began to laugh and comment on the event. The girl changed her face. I could tell by the way her eyes were so flat and shiny that she was smiling. Under a little the shoulders sign that he had relaxed with my witticism and changed his attitude completely.

I chose the pack of cigarettes I wanted. I paid what I owed and when I received the debit card from the girl who was attending to me she thanked me. I had brought her out of her bad mood with my madness.

I left the store with great satisfaction. Not because I had bought my vice, but because I had managed to make the day for someone who needed it. Mentally I loosened the knot at the end of the bandana. Whoever was a Boy Scout there will know what I mean by this.

Let's see to clarify the latter. When I was a Boys Scout, one wore a scarf or bandana around one's neck that was nested around the neck. At the ends, before leaving the house, one made a knot in each of the two. When I did a good deed on the street, to the others, I would release one knot and if I did a second good deed I would release the second one. This was highly valued in the group and taken into account as a reward. Of course, all this was done under strict honesty.

Perhaps many thought that one should not be a clown in the street. But I think and believe that one should fill the world with more smiles and less bitterness. There are many people complaining and cursing everything and that really doesn't lead to anything. Of course I complain, I'm human, but I don't go around all day complaining.

I continued my journey through the center of the city buying what I needed. When I finished the shopping I went for a moment to the Bolivar square in the city. There I sat down to clear my mind a bit. I lasted a short time there. I had to get home to do other things I had to do.