The usual tegamone on suv Why should I tell it like it is. 99% of women to drive suv puttanoni are unspeakable. Then there is a 0.5% chronic stoned. Finally 0.5% of normal women. Could I now have to deal with this last 0.5%? No, of course. I stumbled upon one of the majority.
My street is no background. And what is worse is that it is narrow, indeed, very close. Moreover, since the first buildings are documented here since the beginning of the twentieth century, most likely it was not designed to accommodate cars. Nor those abortions that are the vehicle suv. When my family moved here the machines were very few. In most cases old people living there. I still remember the cars parked here: the 127 blue (bleargh) of mine, the fiesta of the neighbor across the A112 from my neighbor and another fiesta of the father in the Vale. End of the day. Now everyone (including my family have at least 2 machines each. And also a lot of cars grossotte. And all CLAIM to park your car in front of the house. That speech, I also like, if I find the place. But if not I go out and put away. But there are people that no, I do not conceive. Although there is no proper place their parking create it. Set the machine moves with improbable, sweating and fatigue lasting more that if they went to park and then all'Acquerino no longer able to pass. But what did they come from? Just park in front of the house. Then it is put into vertical and only 2 out of 4 wheels rest on the ground does the same.
But that's another story. Today I will not mention those. I want to talk about that on tegamaccio suv.
way home, it's raining, and as always when it rains the street is a mess. Pedestrians crazy, crazy drivers, crazy drivers, drivers COPIT of crazy. Home at last ... well on my way ... There's my neighbor with her husband next to their car that is parked off the wall and this makes it very difficult to transition to my humble Lancia Y. But do not say anything, oh well that they park the cars always bad but now have two small children, are putting them in the car to leave, poor people, give them a way to upload them.
Just past the car but ... the disaster ...
Around the corner and there it is, my nemesis, my kryptonite. A metallic suvvone ENORRRME, full of bombastic arrogance, with the lights back on and her beautiful ass decided to come to me to squash him. Before that happens the irreparable SUV stops, it sounds the horn and the dark tinted glass (tinted windows damn!) leaves me a voice that intimate with a haughtiness as high as the lights of the back of his jeep to leave that must come out. And I do you, pray, where do I go? Forward not because his big car I step across the street. Needless to think back, there are those poor things with the girls (some shit too, always in the middle at inopportune moments). I open the window in my turn, and yelling, "Look, if it goes ahead I approached the wall and I can go." The huge pachyderm on 4 wheels, stuck in the narrow lane, made even tighter by parked cars, moving with difficulty. Is losing its boldness. And riferma. In the middle. She did not understand a damn where it should go, but that's okay. I can do. With the nerves of my neck are stretching can, by dint of maneuvers impossible to pull over and park the car. Meanwhile, the couple with two children of hell, poor, there is still groping with the seats I think.
At that juncture the SUV opened his door and a woman gives birth. And what a character! Straparrucchierata head (no, it was not fair, it was blackberry ... but I was a blonde in disguise, dyed black, and if you saw her naked I'm sure that my guesses are confirmed) with the hair smooth plate and Frangione cleopatra (80 €, with the mastercard of 'husband), jeansini aderentini stretch (100 €, mastercard up with the 'husband) and boots with stiletto heels high, probably even those bought with the help of her husband that would make it impossible to drive even a professional in the field, let this girl here.
ticking her heels arrogant to me and makes me "but you'd want to leave the car there? I thought you put in the garage."
Now, I'm not bad. If I had said with a tone more likely I would have moved without a word, indeed, I would be happy to take off her shit and her SUV. But quell'arroganza, needless was talking to her to ask her maid of iron the silk blouse ... there was no way that I moved my car from there.
"Look at the" I "I also have the keys to the garage. But in the house. If you wait before I try and move" (notice how I still average well disposed towards her).
To which she responds with insolence, "but you have to put a bar here. In this way there you go. It is not possible where there is a road passes"
"I do pass" the answer "I do not have the mica suv I ".
"But this road is narrow, I do not pass"
"here and then explain to me why the hell they decided to go with Codest trombone in this street that is narrow"
"These are my own. If I want to go wherever I want. I now call the firemen! You will see that rise to their machines. "
"Look," I do, seraphic "that my machine is not no stopping. E 'parked properly. And' if anything, that his is now in the middle of the road"
the intrepid parents finally realize that maybe we should get out of the back, first because Their car breaks dimolto objectively so-called second because in a few seconds may not raining words suitable to the ears of their children. The
claopatra de rest of us still doth invective. It 's the time of final jab
"feels, just see how it is dressed to understand that you can not drive. I do not know what he did to her husband to convince him to buy that damn suv to why I would not have someone like her ever made. "
still barks something, do not give the string. Perhaps if you listen to his words would end up take it to shovel, that's suv. Return to the home. She goes back on his pachyderm of the road. The machine with the girls cleared up. Two maneuvers and suv out of my sight. And this time hopefully for good.
