I go on in the descendants of yesterday, that is to say: knack that I make that it is wrong but that at the bottom I to me in madmen since this penalises anybody.
I remind you that the object of offence that's right:

In 41, therefore, while I make 39 of. I went to the boutique to exchange them, and the seller (who speaks barely Frenchman - I am tr s far from being racist, but it seems to me that for a job of contact, where it is necessary to give information to people, minimum is to be comprehensible) sends me ch ***, on the pretext that there, you see, under the sole, ya a black trace there, and on the pretext that this this means that I have already walked with and that therefore she can more take them back.
I conceive that she makes that to make her work, but mega debilitated by argument since:
I wait 3 h (finally I make the shopping elsewhere during 3 h) and I go back to the shop. Banco! The too bloody seller is more there. I take one limps with 39, I go out I limp her with 41 of my bag, and unpack very down. A seller sees me going out limps Lucky Luke, her her with my bag, I draw the quicklier receipt than goes farther.
And there, attention, hat trick worthy of Gerard Majax: I delay shoes in limp them respective, and I board limps her in 39 (always protected by my ticket of sonic great case-shield anti-seller). With the shambles which I had put down, alone an eye exercised and informed would have been able to disclose the turn of legerdemain.
I am dishonest, I am ashamed.
Death of laugh!! At least you aura had your pair of 39!
It was almost impossible mission this! I do not know if I will have nevertheless dared me!
Died from laugh! I saw you coming!:-D