Seville Airport.
6 and 10 in the morning.
Queue at Vueling. Nobody wins.
A tail always humiliates.
There are people with masks.
Sleepy-faced people.
People of “the world is small”.
Trolleys. Backpacks. Baggage.
Muslims and poets.
Yawning looking for the owner.
I am traveling to Barcelona.
Today I have “bolo” and workshop.
dawn again
my starchy body.
But the dream does not forgive.
I have a tired face.
The woman next to me
He looks at me sadly.
my face looks like a joke
miscounted.
I arrived early. And for pleasure.
My day was spoiled.
Long live Vueling! Company
upset specialist!
You don’t win for scares.
When I was going to invoice
They explain to me, without blinking:
– There is overbooking, Pepper. Overbooking: overselling!
Maybe you can’t fly.
It’s the last time I fly
with Vueling. Enough of scams.
Mafiosi with black glasses.
Ground-level cheats.
They put it in your hair.
And who speaks to you does not cut.
What is least supported
—oh, perfidious Company—
It is the lack of empathy.
The “I don’t care” gesture.
I thought it was no longer done
the trap of overbooked.
flying, perhaps you should look in
your consciousness: it is empty.
One day this company
will go bankrupt, I will not have people
let it be daily
deceive and overwhelm
It will only be hangar.
It will have planes only.
The woman at the counter
(the skinny supervisor)
it’s a computer,
a robot, a transmitter.
Not even a “please” gesture.
Not even a “sorry” in his eyes.
she’s so used to
to make people suffer
what is noticeable in the forehead
wrinkled bad milk.
He talks to you, but without looking at you.
And if he looks, he doesn’t see you.
It is a broom stand.
A bad work of art.
Enjoy being angry.
He gloats, he rejoices.
An ogre, an ogre, an “egra”.
What do I know: an evil face.
Thanks to her they have been created
all the mother in law jokes.
I take a good look at her: she has a little
Cruella de Vil and Jadis
(the White Witch). What Vadis!
It is to go crazy.
It is slimy like mucus.
Ugly as Fiona with the plague.
It’s Harley Quinn (even if it costs
compare: misfortune)
It’s Sanderson (three in one).
Wicked Witch of the West.
It’s Lucretia. She is Madam Gao.
Stepmother without Snow White.
Mother Gothel (with reliefs).
Maleficent in a tablao.
Rita Repulsa with steam.
Minerva, Cursed Widow.
Evil Queen screaming.
Or Nizca who does not shut up.
It’s Sadako (no screen)
and Ursula without the Little Mermaid.
Finally, the poor woman.
A female spawn.
Vueling, with its fine sense of smell
He sought her out and gave her power.
And there was nothing I could do.
I requested a claim.
He told me about compensation.
He told me “nothing’s wrong”.
He missed the laugh.
He spoke with an airplane voice.
As Vueling is not reliable
i would even suggest
find the company
a more responsible name,
that by itself already speaks:
Shit would be fine.
Tramping or Estafing too.
cheating Lying. Bravo!
Fraud or fraud. It’s finished.
Burling or Artimañing. The end.
“Mierding Airlines announces
your flight to Rome”
And how is it in another language:
“Frauding how do you pronounce it?
“Lying Fly does not resign
to the route to Barcelona”
Burling Fly and Mercadona
they are losing customers.
“Embusting is looking for more people”
“Artimañing does not forgive”.
Overbooked? Artimaning?
Don’t fuck with me! Again?
Morning after pill!?
This is only in Spain!
Hey, no pushing, no nagging!
Here the order with relaxation!
Don’t protest, damn it.
Claims sheet?
Really? Send balls!
If I just do my job!
And he convinced me. The skinny girl
with character face
from Marvel. Was it his language?
Your bad milk without a cow?
His “this is poop” explanation?
Her glasses? Her black hair from him?
Her soul of a mother-in-law without a father-in-law?
I don’t know what convinced me
but there I stayed
with a face of, “ok, I’m glad”.
And the “Egra” (not ogre or ogre)
He reaccommodated me on another flight.
my hair almost fell out
of emotion. What doesn’t it achieve
a woman who spoils
the laugh of a passenger?
Boy, if it’s just money.
Boy, it’s only time.
Calm down, my love, my patient
black overbooquinero.
Look, a new boarding pass.
Everything in English: boarding, boarding!
And it is a flight without transfer.
This time you will fly.
Boy, you won’t complain.
You will be looking at the landscape.
The ticket was not more expensive.
And you flew the same day.
Shit fly, your company,
He wishes you a happy journey.
And when I got back on board
(10 hours after hours)
I called the supervisor
that did not let me travel.
– Come on, I want to give you
my claim sheet.
And instead of complaining and protesting notes
I gave him mocking tenths
tenths no, tenths.
But look what irony.
I have been told that those of Vueling
now they are all “dueling”
because they love poetry.
that the skinny did not know
where to put the face
And that the poor woman
He has been out for two months.
Now in his position he works
One who can’t read!
And send shit!
With two balls!
Damn Flight!
I’m not forgiving you!
Damn Flight!
Go abandoning.
Raclamation?
Compensation?
My nineteenths!
Good bye! Buenos dias!
