Stamattina abbiamo portato per la prima volta il bambino fuori con il passeggino. Non c'era un taxi disponibile in tutta la città, abbiamo dovuto prendere l'autobus da San Giovanni, meno male che il bambino è nato con i sampietrini, gli fanno un baffo.
E' andata così. Siamo andati al parcheggio taxi a St. John, there was none. I call 3570, the operator answers and says that someone has smucinato in the system and when they decided to introduce the GPS system to monitor Tassinari does not work anymore. The fact is that no machine has not sent me, I also took the piss out of the user: I said, do not use that tone with me, I had simply asked if he could send a car to the taxi rank of St. John, she asked me the number, I thought to myself, here is me taking the piss, Belin, San Giovanni, in the middle of the square, under the trees in front of the stage at the May 1: What number? What are you, stupid? So I said that there was a six days with me, se mi sapeva dire quando arrivava una macchina, siamo a Roma, la capitale del nostro paese, che è l'Italia; lei mi ha detto non usi questo tono con me, siamo qui a lavorare, belin, se ce l'avevo sotto mano le infilavo un ramo di ortiche nel culo. Poi, mi ha passato una voce elettronica che diceva che non ci sono auto in zona. Belin, San Giovanni in Laterano, ma se uno vive a Centocelle i taxi dove li vede, in fotografia? Poi ho chiamato il 4999 credo, il servizio radio taxi. Idem, nessuna auto disponibile. La Pina stava sclerando, mezz'ora sotto il sole, hai presente San Giovanni il 18 di agosto, allora abbiamo preso un autobus. Meno male che il bambino i sampietrini gli fanno un baffo.
Siamo saliti sul 571, metto il freno della carrozzella, al momento di scendere non si toglieva più, il freno. Non l'abbiamo nemmeno provata in casa. Quindi, a Piazza Argentina primo numero per farlo scendere, poi era abbastanza facile, c'è questo pedale da sollevare, solo che se hai addosso i sandali ti sfasci le falangi dei piedi. E' un freno da carrozzina che lo puoi manovrare soltanto con le scarpe chiuse. Belin, allora dillo, nelle istruzioni.
Già ieri siamo dovuti correre di gran carriera da Io bimbo, hai presente, il super market dei neonati, per comprare la pompetta e gonfiare le ruote della carrozzina. Perché ti mandano a casa la carrozzina e tutto, tu la monti, ma le gomme sono sgonfie, e la pompetta per biciclette normale non va bene. Belin, allora Say it in the instructions.
This morning we go to the hospital to remove the points of cesarean to Pina, the child (bomber) take him with us because they eat every two hours. Arrived at the emergency ward, she begins to scream like crazy because he is hungry. La Pina is inside talking with the doctors, I am in the midst of all these women about to give birth with striker arm in which the fool. Good thing people do when there's half a child does not make stories. There was one who read the sports pages, even directly Tuttosport, I sat next to him and I stopped. Pina then came out and nursed. Then came an Indian to gynecology, had to run in the delivery room instead of up upstairs to take off her earrings and gave them to his mother. Belin.
Eventually, we came out and I noticed that the new swimsuit (pudding? Pajamas? Felpetta) bomber had it made like Cantona, Eric Cantona, with the collar pulled up. The was fine, now I take him no more. In fact, I put it here in the picture, Cantona. In return, we took the bus, but not the 70 to go to Santa Maria Maggiore on the bus because without the sign of the handicapped wheelchairs, and also the handicapped, do not rise. The entrance from the main door but also those in front and back is too narrow and there is no space to go up. We waited for the 571 to Manor via shops and we went, there were a sull'auotbus lot of French tourists, I have made room for the wheelchair. Then we went to Via Labicana, we took a ride on a Merulana, we went to the pharmacy, Giusy killed a mosquito in the pharmacy, a man wanted to buy toys for a baby, but when he saw that they were made in China's Chicco said maybe a reality check.
Then we went to the bar Brancaccio, I drank a double espresso, juice and two buns - a jam the other chocolate - Giusy and then gave back the milk to Bomber, the Germans have stopped watching Bomber, the counted fingers. Five hand, Belin.
We have a chat with the owner of the bar, I told him that bomber is the son of Merulana way, when I think of kilometers back and forth via Merulana we did when her mother was pregnant marathon runner gives him a mustache bomber in the belly of his mother, and the bartender gave him a peluchinno made in China. We got and put it in the pocket of the stroller, thanks.
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