Tango: my life as a not so good leader -the sequel-

Running gag

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Little me is trying to attend a class at 11:00 at Talcahuano 1052 where the Escuela Argentina de Tango has a dance studio.

Monday: the building is closed. June 15th is a special day here, granted, but the E.A.T schedule precisely states that a class was starting from this very day on.

Tuesday: “Oh, this class? Today it won’t take place but there is a probability that it actually opens one Tuesday, can’t tell you when though”, the girl at the desk explained to me.

Thursday: “This is a misprint in the schedule, there is no class at 11:00 with this teacher. But you can go to the other room, there a class will take place at 11:00 with Jorgelina & Cristian, they’ll be here in one minute, just enter and make yourself comfortable until they come.”, the same girl said. And twenty minutes later she added that the teachers would not come after all.

No problem, time is on my side. It’s like the story with the monkey hitting random keys on a typewriter, given some time it will write sensible sentences and even whole books.  Same here, given some time a tango class will necessarily happen at 11.00, Talcahuano 1052.

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