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....... MEZZE STAGIONI............

Today I had the brilliant idea of \u200b\u200bputting on high heels, a pair of summer sandals worn twice a year and a ready-to-last show before a fall is just around the corner. I have not calculated the altitude slows down the circulation of blood and the neuron that is around in my brain, just like a goldfish in his glass jar, he would have suffered the consequences ..... Check my classical gait troll drunk (not are used to run with high heels, are the record holder running and tripping up dancers, with a dip of 3 ° frog on the linoleum, as I ran to take the elevator at the end of turn, with the risk of facial paralysis if I hit the pillar is placed by an architect, I presume drugged, right outside the door) and begin a great day working with the best intentions, in defiance of the teasing colleagues and looks puzzled guest, my favorite case, the number three ......
in case I'm half an hour and watch the slow parade of seasons: the tank top and flip flops agostiane purely a tanned boy of fifteen, through sweaters casually thrown on shirts seed singles-young and already with some raffreddorino lumbago, suede boots and wool jackets new store, which only look I can not breathe, the perfect would-be pioneer of new trends for fall, to fall in scarves and raincoats old women frightened by the first north wind piles of jackets and shivering grandparents (in December we wrap ourselves in the Delonghi warmers plug into the first outlet ?).......
These are the days that I prefer ..... when the sun is hot but the lineage after sunset takes the quilt ..... in this time of year we recognize immediately who leaves home early in the morning to go to work presumably by those who, instead, put your nose out of the hole after 12: eyes half-closed, wind-proof vest, shoes sports snuffed nose and eyes bloodshot? worker arrived on a Vespa .... Smile relaxed flip flops, shorts, shirt sleeves, newspaper under his arm and sunglasses? slakers woke up about noon and ready for the last stop in the beach .....
Suddenly the phone call siren Coast Guard of our internal telephone calls me back to reality: "You could collect some non-perishable?" Well .. months and months passed without leaving my desk and today I have the heels ...... I close the case and take a trolley to collect the goods free from the coffers left by customers distracted or pain in the ass high school and began to prance along the barrier, not without some difficulty walking .... Fortuna wants score, six feet forward seeing little of it dangerously unstable cashier dodges and makes me go through the entire carriage, which fills quickly all sorts of items ... Forgot pant from the trash, to drink coca in half, the stalk of celery found in the pocket of a witty score that showy discovered, he refused, a mullet of plastic left gasping on the roll off tricks .... , newspapers, pounds of flour and empty blister packs of every item imaginable for dogs with bone forceps strappapeli ..... I can barely get through the barrier boxes a voice announces "Ms ........... is expected to post its cash" ....... return to the fold with the pace of an alcoholic anonimo fuori da un bar e mi rimetto di buona volontà a servire clienti freneticamente ansiosi di uscire dal supermercato col loro scontrino in mano.... 
          Dopo una mezzora altro urlo di sirena "Potresti andare ad ordinare le corsie del tessile?"... Mi volto alla ricerca, oltre il vetro della cassa centrale, del volto conosciuto che si sta divertendo a vedermi arrancare a mò di torre di Pisa nell'attesa di una mia caduta da inserire negli annuari del divertimento dell'ipermercato e prego per una leggera orticaria, una serie di starnuti o  un tic nervoso.......Ma mi rassegno al mio destino e mi dirigo verso le corsie del tessile, naturalmente agli antipodi, dove mi aspetta un mondo nuovo... tra camicie spiegazzate e lasciate fuori posto, jeans  appallottolati alla "chi se ne frega, non è roba mia", calze lasciate per terra ad aspettare un misericordioso che le raccolga e le riposizioni, scorgo spuntare matite e confezioni vuote di yogurt, libri e giornaletti... Mi metto con pazienza a riordinare tutto ma dopo nemmeno un'ora stesso annuncio, stessa scena......
           Return on hand as a kind of Lassie and I give my best in failing to give the rest to a couple of unfortunate that I loved the small change at the last minute, before I start to panic and popping eyes and murmuring phrases meaningless while the neuron is like napping inside the skull ..... I do not know how, but I can finally say goodbye to a very kind couple who has been my confused state without blinking .......
I look at the queue stretching down the aisles and began to have a slight sore feet ... was not a good idea of \u200b\u200bhigh heels ...... lucky that there are links that make life easier ..........