experience not to ever repeat never 
First, with 4 cats I apologize if I read a post between now and one day pass months but the fact is that ... boh, I do not know, maybe I've got a little inspiration, maybe I've got a short time, perhaps both.
for about 3 weeks I'm home from a work I was doing, what I was doing in the office and yet I continue to dedicate myself to others that I have left from home.
So after about 3 years of constant activity outside me find a home in the morning without being sick or on vacation. It 's a strange feeling, you know, I feel out of place and almost guilty, like when I was in high school gallows at school. Life in the morning is quite different. There are things that come out at night, but there are others that will surely be around in the mornings only.
However one thing I discovered: even tell us what they want but the next morning and the power of old people.
Vecchietti the street, old men in the shops, old men in the car, old people at the supermarket.
Here, just about the supermarket. This morning I wake up full of good will and I'm thinking that it seemed logical to me: if instead of going on Friday afternoon to go shopping the coop, which is the world, I go in the morning for sure and I do not find any in a while. Ahahahaha! Deluded! I did not have their own, the old men.
Now at the Coop parking lot, I realize now that something is wrong: all seats are incredibly outdated and overrun by machines in incredibly good condition which means only one thing: "old board" ... yep, should put the sticker , as do those with children.
Well, aside from the whole supermarket parking is hell. Never seen one so thick Grannies, stuff that not even the smooth track of the party unit in September! And among the other clothes were also held in "big event" just as the party of unity: good pants and hat for him, a pleated skirt and pounds of shellac for her. In and of itself
hate shopping in crowded environments: trucks that are crashing down everywhere, casino wards more "popular" as the butcher or fruit and vegetables, queues at the checkout, but I underestimated the effect GRANDFATHER.
In particular, the situation is the same, only slower incredibilmete. Among the forest of old men
morning to coop two categories in particular are worthy threat: the married couple and the old man alone. Yes, because the old lady alone generally is practical, efficient, and if you want too fast in a certain way ... but the other two types are hallucinating!
An elderly couple is together for a lifetime and therefore the well-defined roles in any event, let alone to do the shopping! Here the woman obtain food while the man goes and waits. These simple tasks can be used in two ways both annoying:
1) The excited little woman trots department to the ward with air safe to take what you need while her husband is waiting outside, with eyes wide open, on board your car stopped in an unlikely corner of the parking lot which makes it difficult to pass anyone.
2) The excited little woman trots department to the ward with air safe to take what you need while her husband is waiting inside, with eyes wide open, driving a fork stuck in a corner of the supermarket unlikely that makes it difficult to pass anyone.
In both cases the problem is, of course, her husband and the absurd position from which to expect his wife while preventing the passage to anyone if they are planted there in the middle and there is no force on earth capable of moving it. The only obstacle is the work around and go somewhere else and even if a person succeeded in the difficult enterprise should not underestimate the dreaded second type of users of the old supermarket: the old man alone.
Now here a distinction must be: the poor widows are usually soft and fast and painless, as the terminator of the expenditure: focus the lens, take it, put it in the cart and go.
But worse, the ones I am referring to me, I'm the grim old men married to his wife that awaits them on the doorstep, ready to criticize their bad purchases.
These poor men are in my terrified of their wives and their by-reproach, so try to hit the shot as best they can, to avoid unnecessary and acid reproaches. That is why spend hours ... HOURS (!) Meat at the counter to choose the best piece of beef, what is tender in sufficient quantity to be enough to advance without him and his wife, cool, does not contain impurities and have the best value for money. In other words a company.
practically do the same in other departments, only that sometimes the poor are so harassed by the obsessive thought of his wife and so confused that they find a "criss" in the most unlikely places, preventing the passage or the purchase of that thing you just can not do not (already, why ask for permission or spur with the carriage does not absolutely need to stir from their slumber) here, just to give you an example, I can explain what the hell was he doing that old coop this morning at the firm as a pole in front of the shelf for towels internal?
The epic of spending Friday morning ends, as it is obvious that both the cashier, where you can meet new people in the same attitudes similar and equally annoying. The couple, with his wife who arranges things neatly on the tape and her husband stopped, the truck heads straight to you that everything wrong in his side, staring into space but the hand on the wallet, ready to pay and to slink off.
Then there's the old man, who does not know how he managed to stir from its torpor and get the cash without any further hitches, who, having arranged things on the tape in the order in which the wife wants to read them on the ticket, unrolls Small bags of cloth given to him by the company to diligently avoid spending money in those Borsacchio nylon that break now.
So, finally, after about an hour, I can also pay, pack and flee. And while we are put on the stereo radio a bit 'Pantera that all this shopping has me very carefully instigated the violence.
