Recuerdo el camión de mi técnico de lavadoras cada vez que venia con su gasolina extra porque el carburador estaba fallando y la escasez de gasolina lo podía dejar varado varios días. Colas larguisimas de días para comprarla. El camión estaba feo de pintura pero lo llevaba a todos lados. Aquello parecía una transfusión de gasolina necesaria para su sobrevivencia.
Quien aguantaba el envase era la esposa la llevaba para todos lados. Habían tenido sus momentos difíciles como cualquier matrimonio y ella pensaba que si estaba con el no tendría chance de cometer errores matrimoniales. Eso duro así un tiempo. Hasta que se encamino, bueno eso supongo.
Al final guardaron el viejo camión en el garaje, así tan feo que estaba el pobre y compraron un carrito más pequeño, creo que le dio envidia, porque ya no quiso prender más.
Todavía pregunto por el y su bombona de gasolina de transfusión, que tiempos aquellos en los que la gasolina se volvió oro y moneda de trueque.
Todavía viene a reparar la lavadora y a comprar repuestos en mi empresa, ahora con su carrito rojo y sin la esposa.
Este texto corresponde a mi participación en el reto diario del amigo @latino.romano y @mariannewest
ENGLISH VERSION
I remember my washing machine repairman's truck every time he came with his extra gas because the carburetor was failing and the gas shortage could leave him stranded for days. There were long lines that lasted days to buy it. The truck's paint was ugly, but he took it everywhere. It seemed like a gasoline transfusion necessary for his survival.
The one who held the container was his wife, who took it everywhere. They had had their difficult times like any marriage, and she thought that if she was with him, she wouldn't have the chance to make marital mistakes. That lasted for a while. Until he got back on track, well, I guess.
In the end, they kept the old truck in the garage, the poor thing in such bad shape, and bought a smaller truck. I think she got jealous because she wouldn't start it anymore.
I still wonder about it and its gas transfusion canister, those were the days when gasoline became gold and currency.
He still comes to my company to repair the washing machine and buy spare parts, now with his red cart and without his wife.
This text corresponds to my participation in the daily challenge of my friend @latino.romano and @mariannewest
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