![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matilda36Today the Brigadier General Lord Meltchett Montague decided that it was better if we approached the center of town by public transport i.e. busses.
We went to get a cappuccino and the tickets and the neighbour (the one downstairs, who is Russian, but pretend to be British and complains about us being too loud while watching TV)gave us the Evil eye.
We got on the first bus and once the General understood how to use the ticket machine, everything was ok. Once we got to the exchange stop we got the second bus right, but going into the wrong direction. So we had to get down cross the road and get another bus. No seats available, at every stop the bus got more crowded, and my back was complaining. I managed to maintain the silence until
I managed to districate myself from the bus, but then the T-Rex in me got out. We approached the cashpoint from the right. One person was using it and I positioned myself bahind her. I hadn't noticed the person already waiting on the left. So, when the first person finished using the machine, I aggressively told the man (who had arrived before me) not to jump the queue. He looked at me rightly puzzled, but something in my eyes told him to be quiet and save his life, especially when i told him to keep his distance. That dastardly General not only let me do it, but waited until afterwards (when the by now terrified man had let her pass too) to tell me what I had done.
Shame, shame, shame on me.
To improve my karma, I bought Narnia in Italian instead of in English as I had planned, so the General can read it too (I'll get it in English later) and I spent 2 hours this afternoon on the phone offering my shoulder to my best friend, recovering from a tragic week-end with the in-laws.
Do you know what they tell you about Italian mothers? It's all true.
We went to get a cappuccino and the tickets and the neighbour (the one downstairs, who is Russian, but pretend to be British and complains about us being too loud while watching TV)gave us the Evil eye.
We got on the first bus and once the General understood how to use the ticket machine, everything was ok. Once we got to the exchange stop we got the second bus right, but going into the wrong direction. So we had to get down cross the road and get another bus. No seats available, at every stop the bus got more crowded, and my back was complaining. I managed to maintain the silence until
I managed to districate myself from the bus, but then the T-Rex in me got out. We approached the cashpoint from the right. One person was using it and I positioned myself bahind her. I hadn't noticed the person already waiting on the left. So, when the first person finished using the machine, I aggressively told the man (who had arrived before me) not to jump the queue. He looked at me rightly puzzled, but something in my eyes told him to be quiet and save his life, especially when i told him to keep his distance. That dastardly General not only let me do it, but waited until afterwards (when the by now terrified man had let her pass too) to tell me what I had done.
Shame, shame, shame on me.
To improve my karma, I bought Narnia in Italian instead of in English as I had planned, so the General can read it too (I'll get it in English later) and I spent 2 hours this afternoon on the phone offering my shoulder to my best friend, recovering from a tragic week-end with the in-laws.
Do you know what they tell you about Italian mothers? It's all true.
