If they are or were young, poor and homeless own, you will understand what I speak.
Because if you have money, the telos is divine, they are beautifully decorated, the staff treat you like the Sheraton and when you get tired, you can use the Jacuzzi, play with lights, or listen to good music. Fifteen minutes before the shift ends, they call you with great delicacy and sounds an alarmist. One is gone and everyone is happy.
But if you do not have a handle, the telos can become very sad and I very bizarre things can happen.
My best friend used to go to one in Caballito whose decoration was based on ... garden gnomes!
Because of the proximity of the work or groom's house (my home has no telos) and lack of money, I have met several telos of Flores and Constitution. (I know, I know, but work for many years. Constitution any time we discover that San Telmo was more "appropriate"). And
entry into the telos Berret one feels bad. The man who greets you, you face looks "Ha, you come to pick up," says the prices faced "And so do not expect a mansion" and is looking at you as you go down the hall or you go up the elevator. You run into the cleaning lady, who looks at you with a face of "Ugh, these two are face to leave everything a mess"
I have gone from having to wait at the gate to finish cleaning the room. Or having to ask for change, because the bathroom was definitely dirty ... and look at you with a face again.
But one of the best that happened was I have stayed locked in a vacuum telo !!!!!
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of itself was a complicated telo. If you asked something to the room (something was a two-liter Quilmes vessels cache), you had to dress, because the only way to receive it was opening the door, whose view was straight to bed (there was nothing else in the room .) Suppose I was a two-hour shift. Two hours and fifteen ... two and half hours ... "Hey, come on, to see if they want to charge another turn." We dress and exit. Room. Front
empty. Actually, we did not care, do not say goodbye to the boy thought, and obviously we had paid to enter. Door closed. Opa ... "Well, look at the boy." Hit and nothing. "Is anyone there" ... cri cri
began to tour the telo ... empty. No one was there. Telo imagine a sad, Constitution, at midnight on a weekday and COMPLETELY empty??
think that this was some years ago. Neither had cellular ... I collapsed on the couch in the reception awful and I already figured out the next day morning, with my parents and my mother calling police and hospitals, and we are explaining "No, calm, is that we were locked in a filthy telo.
not remember how long it took. For me an eternity ... but I think they really will have been half an hour, until the boy returned to the reception.
"Oops, sorry, as they were the only ones who were, I used to go to buy food," he said in his deli pack in hand ... (And I was born to Princess ....)
In another post I will tell the story of another telo, which we could not go back anymore ... And the occasional anecdote of some friends. Ever
something bizarre happened in a telo?
