To have a class doesn't always mean to have superiority. For this man, we can define having a class while in time is having nothing. He was feeling felicitous and so victorious when he saw the opportunity to be employed.
As he enters the place, the which that has been stated, he saw the old man who were playing the piano, he saw the rusty chandelier, he saw chairs and tables of a saloon-looking restaurant, and he saw the bar area with the beers displayed and placed on the shelf harmonized by beautiful holders, he saw peoples of different classes and echelon, he saw them fancying themselves, and that he saw those who looks superior, and that he heard beautiful music of the historical composer Chopin. And that, to compare is not to contrast. This man saw himself to the peoples where when he was classy and then modest. He do not know and it's not clear to himself if he was contrasting or comparing.
He enters and said succinctly to the shopkeeper or bartender, "I beg for your indulgence seeing my scrubby clothes."
The person who's incharge at the bar called, "Alfonso's Bar", look at him with discernment. But it recognized the man and said, "You were it."
"You were it? The what? The which?" Replied Agustus, confused and thinking. He thought, "Have i seen this man before."
And the man spoke, "The one to slam the door out of the two of us."
The man feel embarrassed as how the way he swung his face down and neglected to look directly to the person who's in charge. But, instead pleasing for a piece of apology, even he felt abjected, he solemnly asked,
"You're working here now, Mr.?"
"Sister Lorencia has, by God, ceased last fortnight and it forced me to go in different shops of coffees, or just anything."
"The obese Nun?", catechized by Agustus.
"Indeed, for she was the one who posses el café, yes the one on the narrow street. It died."
The thought of departion changed by the context of flesh departion that was said.
Deep sadness entered the young man's being conspicuously. It seems that he know the nun for so long. He was thinking what to retort to the one who's incharge of the bar and he said,
"I'm here for something out of concern, Sir."
"Sister Lorencia is one of the most influential lady inside the convent and without her, the divine percept won't be delivered", said the shop keeper.
"It has to be delivered surreptitiously and secretly because i heard that our mayora is infidel. And also, i am here not to hear and comprehend your story."
"And so you are."
"Are what?"
Clearly and not fuzz, the shopkeeper's talking about something else.
"I can feel infidelity in what you do."
"I am not interested on anything holy. Because look, if your God exist as a superior being, possible of anything, he wouldn't d-", word of the man cut by the shopkeeper saying,
"Wouldn't what? Wouldn't kill a Sister as Sister Lorentia? I can make your head jump and swing like a monkey on one of our chandeliers here, i can stab you right now. Well i think that is your fate. You know what? Sister Lorentia is too good for this world." He sounds heavy and with words so significant, though in a rare manner if is to consider as to be a close acquaintance of a nun. But then, he turned to change the subject and get back to which is to be asked of concern. "On any way, elucidate everything. What is the reason of your presence here?"
Mr. Wouldenberg sighed and said, "I guess, let us move on to forget of what the which conversation we had previously. Cite me what you are hiring for and i am inclined to have it."
"A server. I dare say you wouldn't like serving your peoples?"
"They are my people not. I am serving for currency."
Laughed Mr.Shopkeeper silently in a manner of awkwardness and said, "Hath praise God not, though bucks." As he holds the bottle, he does - meticulously - eye the place wherein they where and added, "Truly, there is an infinite number of God, and so the true God is hard to perceive." "Not necessarily focused on that notion but is also the manner wherein the Godly's are associated with. Ocassinally, those who are with their Gods are those who are dangerous. They need money and therefore is so serving money? Am i right? - The head minister are fleshy but thy members are with bones and skins, merely? - Well in any manner, tell me if i am - or how to officially be a server here. And in this way, i may go and would love to get back tomorrow."
There he left the place. And as it turned out, Mr. Robinson, who posses the area, appeared and overheard the conversation from the start.
"I admired his circumspection and the way he deliver those. His demeanor is classic." Mr. Robinson is a tall and a man of moderate wealth for he hath the fortune though opposed to what the both party believes. "I am sure he is tolerable."
"Oh! How could you say so? He is just so disagreeable! How can a bloke express such rudeness to the church freely? - without any signs of being vexed at all?"
"But if the church is to be disembarked, i would so be rude indeed. Over everything, i will immediately accept him to employ here certainly not because he has opposition against me. But then, we really need a server and waitperson here." Mr. Robinson speaks so debatable everytime. Debatable in a manner in which he cites words that are bizarre and unusual in an eloquent way or the opposite. He is friendly - amiable and so roams around the town. Almost everyone in classes know Mr. Robinson. Whom wife, Mrs. Robinson is a professor of ideology at the school near.