Books For Stroke Victims

LA SINDROME DEL PRE - CHIUSURA

There's an ad that is the most dangerous among those who feel constantly in the supermarket and that is what informs our clients of the closing day. The certainty of having at hand, if necessary, all we need is destroyed by short, branched with indifference by those who may not know what triggers the crowd. Word of mouth is very efficient in these situations and the day before the fateful day all hell breaks loose. If you add the coincidence of a Saturday pre-August is rainy, then we have a tragedy of immense proportions ..... Tons and
tons of food are compressed, packed, piled precariously on the rollers to form any kind of phantasmagoric stalactite from a multitude of subjects, in the grip of apocalyptic visions, tries to store more groceries as possible - not ever that the world will end in mid-August and will remain alone, we and Will Smith from "I Am Legend" without an M & M or Cipster to console - (avoid taunts on the fact of finding themselves alone with Will Smith). Not yet resigned some rash goes timidly up a domandare "Ma domani siete chiusi?" con  gli occhi umidi di un terrore inespresso: ritrovarsi la domenica mattina di ferragosto a guardare il frigo vuoto e sapere che nessuno verrà in nostro soccorso, nemmeno la Bo Frost, è durissima.....
         Ci si affanna a costruire complicati promontori dai quali, immancabilmente, cade sempre qualcosa.... Oggi la candeggina, flacone da 2 litri, ci ha voluti lasciare con un doppio carpiato in avvitamento direttamente dal rullo al pavimento, sfracellandosi ai piedi del malcapitato che, in precario equilibrio, l'aveva deposta and triggering a chain reaction of biblical proportions when the officer arrived to clean the floor and asked the scientist to carry on the truck and the other to stand back a moment to perform various operations ....... ...
brings us to the phenomena, those in the midst of this hubbub, with € 300 of goods on the roll, with annoyingly tapping her nails on the shelf because they have the you thaw frozen ....( throw one euro more and buy a cooler box is too Briatore?) those "Oh no !!!!! the faux-brass corkscrew serves me absolutely! Call me an officer ....." and the look of the cashier went from dreaming of a magic wand that allows a more than justified elimination of pain in the ass to a serial flash of satisfaction (very well masked by regret) over time without a charge appears on the horizon .... What I appreciate most of this work are clinical cases that occur seamlessly, diversifying the day and giving that little bit extra hours in gray and insubstantial an 'endless queue of which I can not hardly ever see the end.
At this rate you get from collective neurosis in the evening and feared the announcement of the closure that will decide the beginning of the nightmare of spending hours and hours without ... .
Hordes of stragglers in the throes of delirium tremens roam the corridors and shelves grabbing at random the impossible and above all the unnecessary, under the piercing gaze of the cashier who dreams of a warm bath in which to finally find oblivion da questo inferno.....Nessuno vuole arrendersi all'evidenza della chiusura e si tenta di rimandare il momento a quando le saracinesche perentoriamente si chiuderanno sulla faccia dell'ultimo demente che alle nove e 20 ancora  si aggira per il negozio in preda al ballo di  S. Vito, senza sapere cosa comprare......
       Qualcuno, ignaro del rischio che corre,  ha ancora il coraggio di azzardare un ".....Ma il tappo di plastica mi serve...." ma lo sguardo della cassiera incenerisce immediatamente qualsiasi accenno a richieste improponibili a quest'ora della evening ......
Close the gate ....... that the fate take its course ......