LXXIII and fantasies on the pepper spray. Sometimes I think
queue at the supermarket.
"Damn, but that water will never expire? He has children who drink so much? What are you doing?"
smile and not answer. I'm beginning to wonder about that man with the spray pepper spray, which does not own nor do I harbor below, stating in a calm voice and relaxed but resolute "He bothers me."
then projected fantasy retroactively. The lady with the landing gear prevented me from access to milk. The girl with the two children in the wild that were thrown in the wheels of the carts. The guy who apparently believed that his right to choose the bags of salad that was so absolute and inviolable until he had not finished all feel no one should enter. The lady who got just what you want tuna steak only after I took it and looked at me with wondering eyes forlorn air a gesture of chivalry, which to this time, I'm not going to do. To all those who block the aisles with their carts through, and yet look at you as if you were trying to move to annoy.
But slowly while waiting for the cashier rifacesse the receipt for my credit card for reasons that had torn almost completely dark, fantasy has grown in space and time, outside the supermarket and by that evening. Motorists, pedestrians and other cyclists on the road, all uncivilized bothered. But still a further expansion takes me out of town and even further back, and I can only identify a few faces in the sea of people on which I would use pepper spray. A neighbor hysterical. A score of two work is very rude. A former colleague from three jobs ago, but only certain days when after committing a grave error, even laughing. A university professor. Several high school teachers. The facts of China's Tiananmen Square. The warlords in Mogadishu. A good number of Italian politicians. And many others that I can not even count ... and then to give up on pepper spray. And only then did I realize that you forgot to take the deodorant. Spray spray ...
PS: The water was on special offer.
