Albert Einstein said a few pearls in your life, to prove it was the most brilliant mind of the twentieth century. Well, Tuesday I had evidence that one of his maxims was oh so true, Lord ... And no, I do not mean E = mc ². I mean this:
"There are two things infinite in this world: the universe and human stupidity. And I'm not so sure about the universe. "
Like it or not, the bureaucracy in the world for a reason, it helps to maintain order in one way or another. But for Christ's sake, that excuse does not hold common sense and beat him to death.
My father had his car in the shop and had to get to the Metropolitan University to correct some tests (my father is a professor at the School of Engineering of the house of study). So I have to take it, gladly. For those who do not know, I live in the southeast of the city, and Unimet is in the east, so that no tail and is a walk of about half an hour, maybe a little less, without a tail. This was at 7:30 in the morning rush hour. When we got to college, it was 8:20. A vial
why should I return to let my old man. And as I prepare to do it, is by the way we use to get there, a guard stops us and says in that weird English using Venezuelan guards, that if we go "must mojtrarme the calnecito." Well, my dad shows, no big deal. I leave it, and proceed to give me back where I came. And to my surprise, the other guard tells me I can not get there. I have to return by the very steep climb to get out the OTHER out. "Ej that is no longer left eta charging at this time, Sr., has po I left the other, "he says. "'But if I was not even five minutes, I have to pay you!" He cried desperately. "Sorry, sah, you must return {e, I discurpa" he says. I still say something stupid, but my anger will not let me listen. I return it, with great effort (have tried to go back in a rise in a synchronous?), Go through the University of yore, I go by the other ticket, and proceed to calarme a tour of thirty seconds to ten minutes in the queue to grab the way that interests me.
I get to Plaza las Americas mall southeast the city (yes, it is about fifteen minutes from my house, without a tail. But keep in mind, "without tail" applies only after 9:30 pm during the week and on Sunday morning. That is , Utopia). I have a couple of errands to do in the mail and a couple of banks. Plaza is a unique shopping center because it is divided into two parts: an old woman who has been almost unchanged since the '70s, and a new built in the parking lot of the old mid / late 90s. Are 9:45 am.
I enter the parking lot of the new zone, third level. My goals are in the old, ground floor. Stop the car, next to the door. Rare thing, How nice! Of course, the fact that the access door to the mall is closed, then ... I ask a guy who's out there that stopped what happened, and told me they opened at 10. Pana, what they have to close it from the parking lot too? The summit, my bladder starts to ask me for attention.
Well there is no roll. There are restrooms in the old town, which is the r-
Damn, they're remodeling. SHEEEEET ...
Using the classic dance is urged, going to where the guards. Who have cordoned off the area to the new, of course. Of course, if the mall does not open at 10, why go to be wandering around? Asked Mr. vigilant, as the bathrooms in the old town are closed for remodeling, and these are closed for now, if you could tell me where there are other toilets in the shopping center.
"Sorry friend, the only thing that works is the one in the restaurant downstairs," she says. (Yes, that spoke English "normal.") Ah clear: go to the restaurant, will not buy anything, but I'll use the bathroom. The dream of every citizen. Be a fool, I stand like a man. I'm going to pay the mail.
Payment. It's ten o'clock. I can not think of anything else:
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Well, once the emergency, go to the bank. I want to find out how much would the fee if I apply for a loan for housing policy. Hey, I have 37, do not want to live with the old life. Well, I hope my turn.
"Good morning sir" I say to the face of obstinate executive. Yes, at ten o'clock in the morning peak. "I would like to find out requirements for applying the law of housing policy."
"Sorry friend," he says. And with that, I lose my faith in humanity. "These data are only taking place in the headquarters."
This ... How?
"Sorry, but still to record the documents, but ... Nothing more to ask for information I have to go to the headquarters (which is at the center of town)? "
" Yes sir. "
a deep breath. Fuck your mother. Deep breath again. This type is not to blame. Deep breath again. And talk. "Is there nothing I can say now?"
I gave general information, is given up to 70% of the property and 30 years to pay, these things, "and I said they were reviewing that information, and that was why he did not give the information on the venues. Bue, no way.
Pana is in these cases where I have to ask: did the bureaucracy to make life easier for the public, or those working on these sites? Hand, in fact, it sometimes seems that human stupidity have no limits.
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