3'rd Confession

Listen while U Read by Richard

-Hi. Can I help you?
-I'd like a ham and cheese Whamlette,an order of Wham fries
-Sorry, we stopped serving breakfast.We' re on the lunch menu.
-I want breakfast.
-We' re not serving it.
-So you said.Is that the manager?Could I speak to him, please?
-Sure.
-Rick, a customer would liketo speak to you.
-Yes, sir.
-I'd like some breakfast.
-We stopped serving breakfast.
-I know you stopped breakfast, Rick.Sheila told me you stopped. . . .
Why am I calling you by first names?I don't know you.
I call my boss " mister" after years,but I walk in here, a stranger. . .
. . .and I' m calling you Rick and Sheilalike we' re in an AA meeting.
-I don't want to be your buddy, Rick.I just want a little breakfast.
-You can call me Miss Folsomif you want to.
-We stopped serving breakfast at 10 : 30 .
Have you ever heard the expression,"The customer is always right" ?
Well, here I am. The customer.
-That's not our policy.
-You have to order somethingfrom the lunch menu.
-I don't want lunch. -I want breakfast.
- Y eah, well, hey,I' m really sorry.
-Y eah, well, hey,I' m really sorry too!
He's got a gun! Let's get organized!
Calm down! Just calm down, everybody.Sit down over there!
Mister. Where are you going?No. You sit down there,and you finish your lunch. Everybody just relaxand take it easy. Eat your lunch. Please. You all need your vitamins A, B and-- Don't! It was an accident! It's the trigger. It's sensitive.It's okay! It's a sensitive trigger. -Could I have my breakfast?
- Yes, sir. Sheila? Rick? Miss Folsom?
-You know what?You were right.
I've changed my mind. I' m going to have some lunch.

2'nd confession

Listen While you Read by Richard

وعدتكي أن لا احبكي ثم أمام القرار الكبير جبنت وعدتكي أن لا أعود ..... وعدتو ان لا أموت اشتياقا .... ومت وعدت مرارا و قررت أن استقيل مرارا ولا أتذكر أني .... استقلت وعدت بأشياء اكبر مني فماذا غدا ستقول الجرائد عني أكيدا ستكتب أني جننت أكيدا ستكتب أني انتحرت وعدتكي أن لا أكون ضعيفاً وكنت وان لا أقول بعينيك شعراً وقلت وعدت بالا وألا وألا وحين اكتشفت غبائي ضحكت

1'st Confession

Omar khairat pains of the soul by Richard Fouad

‘I am your father’s spirit, doomed for a certain time to walk the night, and for the day to burn in fires, till the foul crimes done during my lifetime have been burnt and purged away. But that I am forbidden to tell the secrets of my prison-house I could tell a tale whose lightest word would shrivel up your soul, freeze your young blood, make your eyes start from their sockets and your hair stand up on end like the quills of a frightened porcupine. But this eternal torture is not for ears of flesh and blood. Listen, oh listen! If you ever loved your dear father ….’ The ghost broke off and let out an anguished wail.