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an evening working

My dad George and I saddled two German clients, even Salzburg in Austria, came to Trieste to see the old pearl of Austria, I say.
very proud of that, until proven otherwise because my grandmother was Gottinger, serve me well and I take care of them throughout the evening.
ask me to drink wine and not a squalid tavern in St. James, but the famous FRANCHIAQUARTA ... that, ok ... the premise that my knowledge wineries are, you, limited, but so far I understand immediately that the franchiaquarta, they insisted chiestomi, THERE! then offer him a very good Berlucchi (good for those who appreciate the bubbles ...).
They drink it and taste only after about half an hour, thanks to cunning of his father, I understand that was a franchiaquarta FRANCIACORTA! Clara well done, I say: THE Berlucchi Franciacorta is!
The "dumplings" now I want a mixed platter for two of marinated and raw ... to please and I put everything that is on display, including new entries: shrimp with walnuts and apple green and salmon with mushrooms and rocket!
Very satisfied eating bad to ask after a stir-fry ... "Mit Kartoffeln" added the German man, but I do notice a little 'sad, a little' laughing in his face because he asked me just a German potatoes, potatoes that have not, unfortunately!
Before you taste the fried mixed dondoldi eat two, and I watch them very happy, surprised as well!
Meanwhile, the two funny guys kept asking for glasses franchiaquarta (Berlucchi), but here it comes: twist! want to switch to a still wine ... I offer all that we have: Primosic, Cociancich the Viarte, villanova ... and what they choose? Primosic of a chardonnay (not bad I must say ...) and begin the long hours of drunk still!
Time passes (about 2 hours ...) and the glasses on their table up ... so far we are at about 10 glasses per person (Berlucchi and mix of chardonnay). A bottle filled with 7 glasses ... then you do the calculation!
Almost end of the evening we offer you glasses of strawberry and chocolate Venchi that we more or less to all customers. The lady believed to have caviar and in fact I demand a piece of bread, but I note that it is chocolate ... then laughs and starts to eat
Now they want a grappa, but GRAPPA MORDBI'DA COMO OIL tell me to clean THROAT, NOT COUGAR COUGAR make me understand. What's port, which is not the port? I ask if they want a new sweet wine of Pantelleria, very good ... I ask if they want the Marsala ... but these GRAPPA NEIN NEIN! and then ... Prime Grapes is over, we pass the old grapperia (and you make out the bottle!). After the brandy
ask me two other glasses of chardonnay, but here they come back after a couple of laps to Berlucchi, which I believe has left a mark in their hearts, now!
end of the evening: the two Austrians, very happy with the culinary, drank 20 cups in 2 steps from Berlucchi chardonnay, and chardonnay grappa to return to Berlucchi: or, let's hurt!
They spent something like 120 € in two and left me € 15 tip! BENONI
SAY!

Customers subsequent were not the best, because I was mistreated, and even if it is the more appropriate term, denigrated!
were three: an old woman with a gray bob, a blonde color from the fake smile and stupid, and an old man with a beard that I found to be the designer of the lipsticks!
well ... the blonde asks me three franciacorta ... Berlucchi, Montenisa, Monterosso, cats ... I try to convince her to drink Berlucchi, because we had already opened the bottle! and she was like "they know them all ... I will settle for a Berlucchi" (as if the water in the toilet!). Towards the three glasses and asks if he wants something to eat, his sour and rude response is: yes thank you, but we do with her! waiting for someone else!
[these are the moments where I have to be quiet, otherwise my mind would jump out of vindictive and rude all at once!]
Then there is George ... to make blonde flat Slamon well with mushrooms and arugula, and the girl claims that the salmon is smoked! I say that is not smoked, on the contrary: it is raw! Her, saying "things that we ask him and see who is right" is brutally betrayed by George, who attends the scene. (Note that the old I do not even have asked sorry!).
Now they want something firm, and considering that George and Dad are busy with other clients, they are obliged to ask me! I ask ALL FEATURED! And when I say ALL: I INTEND TO ALL!
not trusting me expect it to him before the law ... George who knows me from my stupidity, I told you not to capuzzi cabbage! better to be sighted, no!?
At the end of Villanova Tocai want a ...
So eat, drink ... separate account and ask! And they also fault the fact that, according to them, who made the account, so I was wrong! Why argue and argue that there is a glass more "was the young lady," says the blonde! Miss, me, goes and points out that the cup which they say is too much is just the blonde lady and therefore has not missed a damn thing!
Pagano, go away and do not greet me!

Ti 84 Plus Pokemon Red

My death

I dreamed often situations in which risk of dying, but still, I could save ... or I'd wake up, or run away, or did the long and acrobatic somersaults.
This night, however, the face of death, I died ... in my dreams I did not do anything to escape from death. I let myself go.
What now seems very symbolic, and do not know whether to be linked more to Crohn's disease, polycystic ovary, my characteristics of border-line or my anxiety attacks. Or maybe all this is nothing but mixed ... and the dream is just the icing on the cake!

Anyway ...

I was working at the fish (evening) came a group of five women who put out by ordering a bottle of yellow ribolla. One of these women, blond and very curly, almost frizzy-haired, tended to control the other, saying if they could eat or not. In fact, another came to me and ordered me some secret Sardone (anchovies), shrimp and Pedoca (mussels) to bring fried takeaway. I went back and made myself go to my mother, who was behind the counter, 5 glasses and a bottle of wine. Meanwhile
came a man, bearded, tall, old, French-looking and educated. This stood at the counter and began to wonder if I was serving for the courtesy. I told him I had to have patience for a moment because I was serving the sir.
He did serve in the meantime, George.
I went back out to see if the five women was all right. At that moment the tall, bearded first I was not able to serve was hit by a gun of lords, who were probably of French secret agents, dressed in blue, with a bulletproof vest, he was shot, not making no noise, no becoming too obvious, in fact had the shortness of disappearing immediately.
I failed to see the words that had one of them, the one who shot that was surely his head on the jersey back. There were four letters.
ran inside to tell my mom.
... but I knew that things would end there ...
Day following the early morning we woke up all (sleeping in fish, there was me, my mum, my dad, my sister (?) and other children (?)) because we knew that they would come back to me.
I saw them from the window that they were preparing, they were wearing, and were loading their weapons.
I hid in a kind of closet, but out the window of this closet began one of them with a sort of laser gun began to hit me again and again: all this caused me pain, but was slowly killing me (maybe it was poisonous ... maybe touched some weakness, I do not know!). I pretended to be dead, but he continued and continued.
then killed my sister and my mom and dad were desperate. I was dead but my soul was trying to comfort me. So I followed them and, indeed, if I could put in their arm.
the day of the funeral was also attended by French secret agents had killed me, my mom totally ignored them. After the funeral I sat in his arms and tried to comfort her.
The man who had killed was very sorry, but it was more ordered, said that he was killed in turn by the man who had killed more days before the bearded man that I was unable to serve. It ran off on his black car.