Since I have a driver's license, touring far and wide, I think I saw a little all.
On the streets you can meet a variety of different individuals and diverse that we can carry out a comprehensive study of human diversity (no no, racism has nothing to do ..). Only
obviously not around long enough to have explored all the knowledge on "how to kill time in queue on the motorway. "
Scene:
18.00.
Brescia east, an accident involving six vehicles including cars and trucks.
Nothing serious apparently.
Apart bestiemme echoing the drivers involved ( Legend has it that the inhabitants of the fourth quarter Oggiaro Milan have picked up, albeit faintly ..).
No deaths, however, a few wounded.
Only problem: cars, auto parts, spare dignity, pieces of glass pieces of cagatechecisiportaquandosivaallago , pieces of shit trying to go even if it is mathematically possible for the three lanes were scattered in order random and chaotic, and so began to hang around and create that cap that would later become, a little later, longer tail I've ever seen in my life (that not even Big Ben to "Thieves" and for "The Valley of the Kings").
where I am.
not to Gardaland, but in the queue.
doing so, you , poor driver with balls turn (because in reality, few are worried that there before, miles away, where you see small flashing Lucette, is not nothing serious happened ..) you have to go the time, because you already know to guess that it will take an infinite thanks to the quad driver in shock-policeman-driver of the ambulance-doctor carroattrezzi (the latter three otherwise referred to as " saltami want to work on him, you and I can not work! ).
But beware, here comes the fun part, a point of the story: the variables are desert heat, people splashed behind the wheel, tail mileage brat who screams like hell of Dante's Inferno, windshield and leather seats that convert cars in a furnace for the chalk, the stress of a day to beat for a square meter on the beach, the sweat that permeates the body now exhausted, lack of a source of music and / or air conditioning, etc. , coexisting or occurring separately, to make a difference.
The possibilities are more or less the following (the ones I have seen):
- air conditioning if you're blessed and you will find a nice diversion in the music while sipping your cocktail with the umbrella ;
- the radio, but if you're sweating like a builder of Bergamo nervously tapping his fingers on the steering wheel at a pace very different from what the music requires ;
- if you have a child who screams like a banshee, opts for 'infanticide, beating strong strong skull Marco and Silvia (all so called eh ..) on horns (there are Ever wonder why you hear honk repeatedly knowing that is useless if not to trigger a chain of S. Antonio beep beep? Here is the answer ..)
- outbursts you things like "But porcaputt .." or "But see if this had happened to me too .." ;
- if you try your all or do you light a cigarette, or if you do not smoke, beginning at that time by sealing the windows and carrying a tube attached to the exhaust inside the car ;
- 's last chance is in taking the time available for cleaning seasonal scaccoli you with fingers that look like corkscrews to find out so much stuff you can get to get out and do so astonished faces .
is yes.
we draw conclusions.
One who, listening to loud music, smoking a cigarette with one hand and the other was for a long while boorish scaccolando sweat ran seemed to be melting, I had never seen .
Before yesterday .
