In three ... no! Perhaps not get me wrong: I love traveling by train.
So I extend my praise to the railroad and its valiant workers, to whom I wish all the best long continuance and happiness.
Nevertheless, from time to time, to wish someone could have happened to them (do not ever generalize) some small, insignificant annoyances just to counter those that sometimes happen to me by, say, a bit 'of dandruff, lice , a slight toothache. Some times, I do not deny, at a particularly unfortunate series of events I go to wish (but still directly responsible to the few of my little daily troubles) something more serious and lasting, take account of: fissures, hemorrhoids and some particularly shit I ventured to mourn if ever burst everywhere and mushrooms (I quote Paul Rossi) an artichoke in the ass.
I should point out that this morning the particular sequence of events that annoyed me so bravely started with my mistake and then I'll be the first to gobble Cynar from the wrong hole, as I suggested earlier, but were a bit 'to hear.
I wake up in my pretty little house of Grosseto, which I did last night for an impromptu evening of Tuesday un'anticonvenzionale pass (usually devoted to work commitments) with my little family in the warmth of the home. There will describe the ups and downs that, as a good time Pheidippides rail, have led me to take time dramatically in the convoy that brought home to me yesterday, simply those of today.
I wake up, I said, at 6.00 AM in Grosseto, a slight before the clock thanks to the vocal abilities of my child who is keen to free themselves from dependence on these foreign objects, electrical and unnatural. Time to prepare all my things today consist only exceptionally in the backpack (10 kg) containing my laptop. Be careful because it is approaching the moment of my fatal mistake. I take the phone and place it on the table. I take the keys. Attention because we're almost there. I wash, I take a coffee and get dressed (there he is there he is). I take the clothes and .. ZZZAC (unrecoverable ERROR: YOUR APPLICATION WILL BE TERMINATED) wearing a pair of pants that is not what I had yesterday.
greet the family, I leave the house in advance and with the same early arrival at the station, I sat on self-palp (habit that I have indeed a long time, but not for the reasons you are thinking about) and realize that my wallet (containing money, cards, tickets, etc..) stayed another couple of pants.
With aid car and a shrewd use of the foot can in a record time of 8 minutes to go home, take my wallet and back to the station in time to get on the track and see the train leaves in my face (God, how many Sometimes I happened ...) at 7:55, punctual as the famous train to Yuma. I do not hide my guilt, I just politely point out that in ten years of travel on this journey I have experienced an average of 5 minutes late in starting, and not later last Monday, the train left with 45 minutes delay.
The deal at this point is complicated: the next train to Pisa leaves at 8:28 and arrives at 10.15. The last train from Pisa to Lucca (a city in which I have an appointment at 12) leaves at 10:20, then do not talk down to 12.20. It 's hard but I can still do it. Except that, time to finish this thought, the inhuman speaker announced that the 8:28 train will start with a delay of 15 minutes. And now it's over really. I try to track down all the way the person with whom I have an appointment to let you know that I'll be late for a good hour, but I can not. The ride-
Grosseto Lucca is 175 km, since I left home at about 7:00 and arrive at your destination probably around 13.00 and will cover the distance to the average of 29.16 Km / h approx. Doing a bike I'd probably come first.
But the arrival of an inspector awakens in me the hope is convinced that the train will recover most of the delay and that, however, you can wait for the train to Lucca for a few minutes to realize the coincidence. Ah, I must point out also that every day I take a train from Pisa to Lucca, and that, this time on two of everything that is not deleted, it generally starts with an average of about 10 minutes late.
But today I caught an unlucky day excellence of the railways: the controller assures me of their recovery and connections and, at about 10.00, the conductor contact actually macchinistra to warn the train to Lucca slight delay in the arrival of my train and the opportunity to delay the departure of 4-5 minutes (so abundantly below the average of the delay in starting that community hopes). The train arrives in Pisa at 10:21, with only 6 minutes late, and on the track 12 (Pisa railway station at least two decades has 9 tracks, but 10 days have cleverly decided to inaugurate a new platform on which to pass the Trains to and from Grosseto, so to make my life easier, since trains leave from platform 1 to Lucca from the track or even a trunk West, which very nearly is halfway between Pisa and Lucca).
Despite my current lack of fitness, I throw in a run in the subway that leads me to 10:23 stepping on the sacred ground of the platform 1.
on which there is no train waiting for me, since he left in splendid isolation (they are almost always one of only three passengers on that train) and on time.
Let no one think that the railways should criticize you for this marvelous performance test, but no one blame me if my mind the sweet cradle of desire, even en passant, dark orifice of some of the protagonists of this test, not ideas artichoke above, but also Ernesto Calindri in person. At the end
Unable to find a bus, on which I am writing this travelogue, which, after all, maybe I will deliver almost on time.
Do not think wrong, I love traveling by train and I love railroads and their employees.
But I would give them a useful tip for their trouble and to a proper discharge of his duty to work, if occasionally you happen to see a little person looking grim, embittered, they uttered insults in a southern dialect not easily identifiable and a box of artichokes in the neck: stay away.
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hrundibahkshi , I decided to start the revival of some old chat logs (I always save everything, you never know who might come in handy ... and keep in mind that Crowns More and Sircana and then still did not speak), containing some surprising insights, sometimes solitary, sometimes in pairs (always the little man vintage). 