Post by account_disabled on Mar 6, 2024 4:18:54 GMT
Late afternoon at the end of October, I'm in the car with my sister through the streets of my beautiful town (in the province of Lecce, he hasn't moved from there!). Gloomy evening, I'm chatting with the "little girl" about her adventures as an exhausted high school student, a little seriously and a little with pleasant irony, when, all of a sudden, taaaaccc! The legendary police paddle is there fluttering in the air, all for me! I don't know why, but checkpoints always make me a little nervous, even when I know I have everything in order. And, in fact, the seat belts are fastened, the insurance and tax are ok, the license is in my bag. All is well, I think except that the lovely dashboard of the car, right there where there were all the documents the policeman needed, decided not to open.
Something got stuck and nothing, he rebels! At that point, quite Brazil Phone Number incredulous, impatient and also amused, I entrusted the task to my sister. While she tries to open it, the policeman begins his interrogation: he asks me where he is from, how old he is and what I do for a living. Eh , I think, now explain it to him! But I'm also very intrigued by his possible reaction. So: I'm a Web Writer, a freelance Blogger and I deal with Web Marketing . Ok, I caught him by surprise, he is speechless, perplexed and looks at me with a questioning expression . And then I start, I go on words, my sister is still having a long time there, struggling with the dashboard.
what professional figures like mine are really for , I talk to him about my blog and he is attentive, involved, to the point that he wants to know more! Well, while my sister is still fighting her sad and losing battle against the dashboard, the policeman briefly tells me about his vacation home rental business and then, well, then he surprises me when he tells me he's interested in creating a optimized website, to managing a blog and a Facebook profile (he's never even heard of Google Plus!). The fact is, my dear friends, I leave him my business card and leave with the rebellious dashboard still well sealed! Two days later I receive a phone call : you know I visited your blog and read some of your posts.
Something got stuck and nothing, he rebels! At that point, quite Brazil Phone Number incredulous, impatient and also amused, I entrusted the task to my sister. While she tries to open it, the policeman begins his interrogation: he asks me where he is from, how old he is and what I do for a living. Eh , I think, now explain it to him! But I'm also very intrigued by his possible reaction. So: I'm a Web Writer, a freelance Blogger and I deal with Web Marketing . Ok, I caught him by surprise, he is speechless, perplexed and looks at me with a questioning expression . And then I start, I go on words, my sister is still having a long time there, struggling with the dashboard.
what professional figures like mine are really for , I talk to him about my blog and he is attentive, involved, to the point that he wants to know more! Well, while my sister is still fighting her sad and losing battle against the dashboard, the policeman briefly tells me about his vacation home rental business and then, well, then he surprises me when he tells me he's interested in creating a optimized website, to managing a blog and a Facebook profile (he's never even heard of Google Plus!). The fact is, my dear friends, I leave him my business card and leave with the rebellious dashboard still well sealed! Two days later I receive a phone call : you know I visited your blog and read some of your posts.