Thursday, 31 January 2008

Italia .. Italians .. Sicilians..

When I 'm furious, I like to use my blog to shout my indignation. Now I 'm furious.

I would like to tell you what happened yesterday because I want, I really want, to publish an example of Italian way of living, mentality and respect towards people.
Let's start.
As usual, yesterday I went home and I arrived at about 7 p.m. (this is more or less the best time I can get home from office in the evening) . AS USUAL, a car parked prevented the access to MY box. AS USUAL, I started to use klaxon. I had just started to shout when I saw a little note on the Mercedes' dashboard (this happens in very few cases) . Then I thought, Ok! Let 's start AGAIN to look for that address and that name around the place. But....SURPRISE! It was not an address or a name...but ... A MOBILE PHONE NUMBER! I 'm very lucky I thought :|.
The note seemed to say : "Please call me if you want to access YOUR box. If I 'm not too far I 'll be there in few minutes" .... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Unfortunately I couldn't take a picture! Just as a souvenir!

Those are ITALIANS and in particular SICILIANS!

2 comments:

Zicky said...

So, Roxs ... how did the story end?
Did you find the right person at the other side of phone?
You should drive with a heavy chain under the seat and use it in these cases :D

See you,
Zicky

Rossy said...

No, I phoned and no one answered. After 5 minutes he arrived and moved the car off.
I was furious!!

I should get married with a policeman! :D