Go to the grocery store puts me in a good mood. Will that evokes in me memories of childhood where, inside a cart watching the joyous succession of colorful confections Madrea and tried to convince me to buy junk, you for me to eat stuff basically means sustained heat for another week.
I go grocery shopping on Thursday. Every Thursday. I go with my father. We go there every Wednesday or Friday, but my father says you spend too much time between a charge and the other. After this statement, I ask him questions semsso for logistical purposes.
nine o'clock we are already in the usual shopping mall in the suburbs, with the knowledge that you have found a few free parking is to be stumbled on one day deals with its crowd (and this is bad), but have found that enough does not protect from unnecessary loss of time.
Not everyone knows that, in the morning, most of the customers of many businesses is made up of retirees (and this is bad).
You know those people who stop to fix the road works, traffic jams formed on the sidewalks in front of the air circulate and sometimes wander lost? Here, just retired. Bring everything between the supermarket aisles and you'll understand what I mean.
trucks put across with old men leaning intent to "Cicero" (I cicero, you ciceri he Cicera ... etc) of illness, children and grandchildren, grandparents who walk aimlessly with sudden changes of direction (but always in the middle of the dance ... sorry) and sprightly old ladies in a group setting a box of pasta, just ahead of (the Maronites ...) you.
My father and I, over the years we have achieved some effectiveness in certain dodge obstacles by optimizing the timing and adjusting the route between the lanes of what we take, record results, but when, happily, we reach the crates, ready to get on podium, we see scenes like this:
The cashier tries desperately to slow down the reading of the barcode to avoid submerging the happy grandfather, a bit clumsy (wheat), puts the spending in the bags (autodistruggenti lately, have you noticed? )
Cashier (gentle smile) - we make it?
Grandpa (playful and smiling as well) - it is, you know my wife usually helps me, but now is at home with grandchildren. He knows my son has given us two beautiful grandchildren. You know, a Robin and the other is called Chantal. You know, there are more names than once, you know ...
Cashier (plastic smile) - ... and these names today!
Grandpa - And you think that my son has always ...
Cashier - still are 90 €
Grandpa always clear out a bag of coins of 1 and 2 cents and begins to count ...
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