Twin stories - #01

(En español más abajo)

 

My father and my uncle Enrique were identical twins (Dad was the oldest). This, of course, led to all kinds of confusions, which they used for their benefit, either at home or at school. Whenever they did something bad at home, they would just run away and climb up a tree, away from my grandparents' punishing hand. They would stay there the whole afternoon, swaying back and forth until hunger or tiredom would force them to climb down. Dinner would be uneventful, but the moment they were in bed... they would pay.

There were many stories of confusions and cases of mistaken identities. I'll start by telling you this one, which happened when they were adults already: my father was playing poker with some friends, and Dad was winning big time. Among those friends was the owner of a pharmacy, who once he lost all of his money left to work, as he had to open for the overnight shift (pharmacies used take turns to stay open through the night, and they would take care of you through a tiny window).

That same night, and at the other end of town, my uncle Enrique couldn't sleep because of a very bad tooth ache. Desperate, he got on his car and went out looking for an open pharmacy. It was really late at night, and it was winter, so Necochea looked like a ghost town. He ended -well, of course- at the pharmacy owned by my father's friend.

Still under excruciating pain, he rang the bell and a few second the lights went on. The little window opened and the sleepy owner of the pharmacy looked at him. Thinking that Enrique was my dad, he said to him, pretending to be really angry:

- I won't sell anything to you, you @$@#$@!. Be a man and go back home!!

My uncle Enrique almost kicked the door down!! :-)

My Dad with Juan and Santi - Jan/2005

 

Mi padre y mi tío Enrique eran gemelos idénticos (mi papá era el mayor). Esto, por supuesto, lo utilizaron para hacer toda clase de tropelías de chicos, ya sea en su casa como en la escuela. Las travesuras terminaban siempre igual: con los dos encaramados en la punta de un árbol, a salvo de la mano justiciera de mis abuelos. Se quedaban allí toda la tarde, balanceándose hasta que el hambre los obligaba a descender. La cena transcurría sin problemas, pero en cuanto se metían a la cama... perdían.

Historias de confusiones hubo muchas y muy divertidas. Empezaré con esta, ya de cuando eran adultos: mi padre y algunos amigos habían estado jugando al poker, y Papá los había dejado 'secos'. Entre los amigos se encontraba un farmacéutico, que luego se había tenido que ir a trabajar, ya que su farmacia estaba 'de turno' (es decir que atendía durante la noche, a través de una ventanita).

Esa misma noche, y en la otra punta de la ciudad, mi tío Enrique no podía dormir por un terrible dolor de muelas. Desesperado, tomó su auto y salió a buscar un farmacia abierta a eso de las 4 AM. Era invierno, asi que la ciudad estaba desierta. Por supuesto terminó en la farmacia del amigo de mi viejo.

Enloquecido por el dolor, tocó el timbre y al ratito se prendió la luz. Se abrió la mirilla y asomó la cara del farmacéutico que, pensando que se trataba de mi viejo le dijo fingiendo gran enojo:

- A vos no te vendo nada, maricón. Aguantátelas y volvete para tu casa!!

Poco faltó para que mi tío Enrique le tirara la puerta abajo!!

My uncle Enrique - 2010

 

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