Sanremo. May 2007. I allowed myself a little vacation without my wife (who is due to labor problems remain in the city), together with my brother, who is resting on the Riviera with his wife and baby. The day rainy. A Sanremo it almost never rains, but the few times that happens, it's a veritable flood. After a day spent together, I leave my brother and I allow myself a little 'time all to myself. They are about 17.00. After shooting a bit 'shop, I decide to buy a shirt and a pair of shoes, which add just took the umbrella from a corner cumprà vu. I always hated the umbrellas, but this time I just can not live without!
I reach my brother in law to our meeting point, Gino's Bar for happy hour. It is often because our other friends arrive. A drink leads to another and the matter becomes complicated, time passes and we agree to a "pizza". My brother returned to the residence located a few meters from the bar, I hasten to reach the bus station to go in the house rent of my in-laws about 15 minutes from there, to prepare for the event.
Arrive a little 'confused' at the station, the bus is leaving. I climb with my bag and umbrella, laden like a donkey and put myself comfortable. I realize after a few minutes that the path is not usual. I was wrong bus. I ask the driver if he stops, yet close to my street. I answered yes. I calm down and I dozed off. After a while ' I wake up and do not know where we are. Among other things, I was the only passenger. I ask again the driver information. My stop is long past. The road is narrow, one-way uphill, and sadly without intermediate stops. I discover that the destination is the terminus of San Romolo, 15 km uphill! What a beautiful picture of shit @! The driver is fun, looks at me in amazement, if I had the wrong bus would return home in less than ten minutes.
Us, his name is Mark, tell him about my misfortune. Laughs and tries to console me. He 's happy. On this rainy day found someone to give him a little 'company. The road rises more and more, it rains. I reassure her to be careful on the curves. Finally, after more than 45 minutes we arrive at the terminus. To my surprise not share right away. E 'provided a stop about 15 minutes ... .. Prosecchino I take this opportunity to drink in the bar-restaurant in the Piazza di San Romolo, the late late .... After about 10 minutes Mark is calling me. He says to the bartender who came to retrieve his only passenger. We laugh at the taste. Go back on the bus and return to San Remo.
Suddenly the phone rings: My brother informs me that they are all near the pizzeria and not even just me. Shame it does not arrive in time for the peak time agreed upon. He asks me what happened. When I reply that I'm on a bus near San Romolo, does not believe his ears, he thinks I'm kidding. He decides to get him to talk with Mark, who always asked him to wait more amused, tells him that they are very nice, I was good company on this trip and not to despair .... That sooner or later will come!
arrived in San Remo I leave Mark and I greet him warmly (by now we have become friends) and I come to a pizzeria with a delay of about an hour and a half. They hate me, have a hunger to eat even the table legs. I have become a living joke. The next day the news spread to the alleys adjacent to the Bar Gino.Tutti regular patrons know. Their teasing continued for aperitifs giorni.Più that, in future I'll have to watch out for signs of the bus!
0 comments:
Post a Comment