He could not afford to know less than his son in anything.
So when I caught myself in a resignation or plot weakness, his sentence was: "Now I'll give you the radeor !!", announcing that it would leave me worse than the PSG last night in the Park of Princes, where " They gave him with the radeor "
In politics or in life (also in football), I have always understood "to give the radeor", to leave to the contrary without arguments.
In case anyone does not know, "the radeor", is part of the dialect of Murcia and is a curious wooden device, with which the measurements of wheat, barley or other cereals were made in a drawer, which could be units Of measurement as average fanega or fanega.
At the end of the load, it was given to the "Radeor" in sign that not a single grain of more grain was entering the measurement before the milling, in which the miller, proceeded to the maquila.
"You will change from a miller, but you will not escape from a thief ...", he also used to say "Legs".
I always laughed when I heard my father's expression.
"Now, I'm going to hit you!"
Many times I remember and, now in Horacio's waiting room, could not be less.
