Another Sunday ...
Ok. It starts as usual, alarm clock, coffee, shave, etc.. etc..
Chapter One, the bin:
Day handsome then I come out soon enough.
I turn on the scooter, loaded with garbage bags, helmet, gloves and hand.
Check the trash can, the only nearby, for houses that are small in area, and consequently full ...
Patience, Get off the bike and "hunt" to force the two bags in the other half, then I realize that there is no one on earth, not mine, dropped by some polite neighbor, the pick and place it above the others, in balance somewhat unstable, but there is.
Forget the phone, I go home to get it, I can after a few minutes, in the meantime, a truck arrived to empty the bin, the athletic driver is leading to the mechanism that will clear, but in moving the famous bag hanging in the balance fell.
think that the operator has picked up the green?
naive ... left him on the floor ...
From tomorrow, even if empty, leave the trash on the ground, let's see who gets tired first.
Chapter Two, to her:
Step in front of the market, peek inside, I see that there were few people and then later.
In less than five minutes I take what I need and I'm going to check out.
front of me an old woman who reminds me of the Wizard Magician, or Margaret Hach, that both are equal. While
empties the cart's fall two cans of peas, which I bend to pick up and carry it in hand.
Manco looks at me, I thanked them, puts them together with the other stuff, turns around, pushes the trolley that stops in the middle of the shelves, he turns to quiet the cashier check. The
I note that the truck remained in the middle, but without even looking at me saying
"if it bothers anyone move!"
While the 'lady' ends to fill shopping bags, the cashier to scan my little stuff, and yet I ask:
"sorry, but did not say anything about the basket?"
He answered:
"What do I ask? not see that it is old?"
answer:
"I wonder how I managed to age so much and did not find anyone that out before!"
The "lady" looks up and gives me a look that seems to say "you too might die sooner or later" I look at her laughing
with a look that says, "then, however, old bitch."
me want to take those two cans of peas and throw them in the middle of the road as a bus arrives.
Chapter Three, the cyclist:
me want to have another coffee, and head for the bar.
parking the scooter and I am about to cross the street.
I do not even have time to put his nose between two parked cars, a cyclist passes me on the feet and almost right over the column of cars waiting at traffic lights.
The cry "but be careful."
I cried, turning "fuck you, asshole."
I do not have time to react I hear the sound of scrap metal ...
The cyclist turned and shouted, while a passenger in a car opened the door column, right, and then to the sidewalk, without thinking a fox on two wheels to pass the ball the wrong side. The
has practically been in the car ...
Chapter Four, the cigarette
drink coffee, with difficulty, because the laughs that I'm doing and I still shake like a League fan in front of a vocabulary.
The bartender looks at me with a quizzical face, but do not tell him anything, so learn to be Berlusconi.
Only the tragedies I can tell, to ruin the day, fun things not even dead!
Pago, I leave, I stop in the middle of the tables for a cigarette. He approaches a
asking me a "fag."
gave it to him, took out one for me, then I start to look lighter.
"So, you make me turn on or not?"
knackered, probably fresh from some "club", still half asleep, the fair child shall also be in a hurry, poor man.
And then in the innate goodness to take off my "butt" from the lips, throw it on the ground, step on to the well with a shoe, and then, in a quiet voice as that of rudeness and "discussed" with Peter's rich say:
"Vattel to buy, ugly dickhead!"
I must have woken up at all, because the course is to buy them!
Chapter Five, the roses:
I went home for now strung, I put the helmet and gloves, when I pour a guy, the classic guy with the roses.
I want to sell roses at all costs.
I tell him do not interest me, that I have in the garden, which he sells to my brother, my wife goes into labor, my daughter is allergic to the dog ate them, that I have more money, I quickly, that my mother-in-law is dying, that I have to leave for Afghanistan, which I have the sauce on the stove, but nothing, nothing.
insists, insists, insists ...
I get nervous at all, pull out the roses by hand, remove all flowers from the stems, put in motion and I'm leaving!
I
fifty yards, then "repented" I came back, I find it sadly watching what remains of the deck, pull out a banknote for five from my own pocket and put it in his, on his shirt, I look at it and say
and The next time I break my balls, I miss you these bills! "
I'm going home!
I still waiting for the afternoon, stay home ...
Thank goodness tomorrow is Monday!
