"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Signorina, mi scusi!



Scusi, scusi!

<mi giro>
Scusi, può darmi quello?
Come dice?
Quella cosa lì che ha appena preso dallo scaffale, me la può dare?
Prego?
Sì, quella cosa lì! <prende il DVD dalla mia mano e inizia a tirare con violenza> L’ho vista prima io, scusi.
Prego?!?
Sì, l’ho vista prima io. Me la dia subito!!
<mi giro verso il tizio della sicurezza>
Insomma, l’ho visto prima io! Ma che modi, me lo dia!
Signora, quello scaffale là <indico dall’altra parte del negozio, a dieci metri di distanza> ne è pieno.
Eh, ma devo andare fino là! E poi questo qui l’ho visto prima io!
Ma…
Insomma, che modi: non verrò mai più in questo negozio! <inforca la porta ed esce>
…e io rimango lì, il DVD tra le mani, a interrogarmi sul senso della vita.

Scusi! Scusi!
<proseguo per la mia strada nel corridoio della profumeria>
Signorina, mi scusi!
Sì?
Posso provare questo? <sventolando una scatola di profumo>
Ah, per me, faccia pure!

Ma la gente sotto Natale si beve il cervello prima di uscire a fare compere?

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5 Comments
  • FiammaViola
    Posted at 12:20h, 24 December Reply

    hai l’aria da commessa forse O___o

  • MariaStrofa
    Posted at 18:25h, 24 December Reply

    avvisami quando vai a far compere che mando qualcuno a comprare i tuoi stessi articoli.

    post divertente.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 23:08h, 24 December Reply

    @ FiammaViola: l’ho pensato anch’io e, siccome non ero vestita da commessa, ho dedotto che il problema dev’essere proprio la faccia… non vedo soluzioni: se ne trovate qualcuna che non contempli il chirurgo segnalatemela.

    @ MariaStrofa: che fai, infierisci? *___^

  • llewal
    Posted at 08:44h, 27 December Reply

    Ahahah il rincoglionimento natalizio ha colpito…

  • Chiarina82
    Posted at 10:16h, 27 December Reply

    ma che meraviglia! i deliri delle persone! Belli!

    Complimenti per il sangue freddo!

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