Sloppyness as an underlying thred in life

Wednesday mercoledi afternoon I packed my things and called a taxi. Sidewalks were frozen and covered with snow. Cab driver almost hesitated to go out to help me to put suitcase in trunk. When I sat in the car I smelled tobacco.
- It was smoked here wasn't it?
- My collegaue smoked he was nervous, but I don't, you see, I have e-cigarette - and I spotted it around his neck like a talisman or acreditiv for cancer-givers.
I was forced to smell ash tray all the way to the airport plus his blooooody nargilla, and I hate e'cigarettes equally and even after small inhalation I had feeling I sniffed black pepper.

At the airport I had to pee. Three WC's, one for wheel chaired people, occupied (I would have used it) probably by other person full of crap I don't believe it was a robocop deassemblng himself there, obe for OUT OF FUNCTION, and in third one I saw a travel bag, like someone had gay sex and is hiding. When this door opened, a young guy rushed out, and when I came in, I saw a chick in the tooilet and I could smell tobacco. I cursed him and wished him cancer.

Upon late arrival I found my hotel much more distant from the Centrale stazzione than I figured on a Google map. i walked and walked, and did not give anything to some Black guy sitting in freezing night like a yoga man and lulling some beggars' hymne. I found the hotel and there my card was charged once again although it was non-reffundable deal, and I payed as I was in Belgrade. I am virtually lefte with no card money no, at the ver beginning of the journey, Gd that I did nt give anything to that leggless black lullaby-freak.

Next day before American Idiot rock opera, I rush to Chri breakfast bistro looking frward to Parmigana de Melanzane, which I ate 3 years ago with nice house couvett wine. Not a trace of Parmigana de Melanzane. Same owner looks now muh older and doesn ot remember me at all he speaks no Engleze lingua and he thinks I am complaining as I am inquiring about Parmigana de Melanzane. I see the place was refurbished. But all in there suffer fom amnezia.

I enter another place with Italian grandmothers, and cheap food on the plates, typical Italian lunch house. Empty, only two women in white. I see fine food in glass cabinet. I stand there for minute, five minutes, the ladies do not pay attention on me.

I go out and nter a tourist place and order crapppy pzza Diavola with cancer baloni salami and gnocci with artichoke sauce. Waiter yells next to my poor ear to ask if they have artichoke at all. It was old, chewy artichoke, with Chinese garlic which stayed on the air tool long, and when I saw the bill, they charged me bistecca that is beaf steak in stead of gnocci. 4 euros more. I noticed and they rectified the check.

I bought cheap metro ticket for Assago, and I learned it is pronounced AsaGo not Asadjo. I found the Teatro dela Luna an picked up my ticket.

Then I wanted a negroni cocktail and I entered in only bar in this area Forum Cafe, and asked antipatico flse blonde bartender woman who ressembled corridor cleane:
- Do you make cocktail negroni?
I saw all kind of liquørs behind her.
She shrnked her lips and shook head.
- No.
I said to her self in my self "Go faak yourself" and rpcedded to other part of the cafe where they sell food. There I took a coca-cola bottle from the fridge and paide it in the line for food.

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American Idiot rock opera was very good.
1st raw, middle, I was really enjoying.

Preparing for another American Idiot rock opera tomorrow, I wanted to place printed e+mail next to my passport, since it´s pick-up-ticket at the venue. I as in a photocopy shop before the trip - as usual - to get printed boarding pass for EasyJet filight and printable tickets and booking confirmations and those Italian e-mails for pickup tickets as well, and I noticed the missed 2 pages for tomorrow´s show..
Dang.
Another sloppy job.
I created a file on USB flash and went down to the desk and they kindly printed those 2 pages for me.

Originally posted by vandervelde
Wednesday mercoledi afternoon I packed my things and called a taxi. Sidewalks were frozen and covered with snow. Cab driver almost hesitated to go out to help me to put suitcase in trunk. When I sat in the car I smelled tobacco.
- It was smoked here wasn't it?
- My collegaue smoked he was nervous, but I don't, you see, I have e-cigarette - and I spott ...[text shortened]... food.

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American Idiot rock opera was very good.
1st raw, middle, I was really enjoying.