"But you're Mirko?"
"Yes!"
"Do you remember me?"
When you put the controller always in mind that sooner or later you happen to fine someone you know, former girlfriend, a neighbor or a friend, it makes no difference, but unfortunately you can not do on the bus preferences, you are a controller and they are no tickets!
course fine with an old flame that you left when you were a shaves can be embarrassing, some people might think che un po' ci ha goduto, multare un tuo omonimo col dubbio di aver multato un cugino di terzo grado potrebbe creare imbarazzo ai raduni famigliari, ma ribeccare un vecchio compagno di classe che non vedi da 20 anni e fargli 40 euro di multa ti elimina ogni possibilità di ricordare i vecchi tempi quando si faceva incazzare la professoressa di italiano!
Per fortuna che questo giro l'ha multato un collega, l'imbarazzo è stato eliminato e due chiacchiere si possono fare.
"Sei venuto ad abitare da queste parti?"
"No! Sto andando a trovare un amico!"
"Mi dispiace per la multa!"
"Non ti preoccupare, ho lasciato il portafoglio a casa...macchina rotta...no monete...succede!"
Se fosse you would not have been another misuse believed such a pardon, but this being an old friend, companion of a thousand adventures believe in good faith, you can not do anything to clear the record, but at least the disappointment is real!
Continue the conversation with the usual things, what is your job, why do so on the controller, then finished the control greets you and we hope to meet in another situation and perhaps continue the conversation in front of a coffee .
the weeks go by and inspectors are sent to control the same route, stop at a stop tactics and await the arrival of the bus.
few minutes after the stop, got off the train in coincidence with the bus, he sees the old classmate ...
"What are you doing here?"
Clearly, the question asked of the controller is useless, you remember the conversation made weeks earlier, where the abuse they claimed to be by chance, but since we were far away from the city and a village next to the classic asshole, you begins to realize that perhaps there was some chance, but we were in front of the classic commuter ...
"I'm going home to friends!"
A classic, the squatters strangely do not remember ever the faces of the controllers who have been fined and tend to always tell the same excuse, and if you think I do not believe it to him the first time stories, I figured if I repeat the same bus after week!
Sure, you can find in front of a classic case of super bad luck, if you think that the ability to catch the controller is about one per cent, twice the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing the only two times you go to find friends who live in asshole it might mean that someone has sent you the evil eye!
But the controller knows his chickens and being a "friend" approaches him and asks him, not heard from colleagues ... "Do you have a ticket?"
"EMH ... no ... I left my wallet at home, but you can fine me, I do not take it!"
What do you do, do it up without a ticket or do the minutes?
"Alessi (ed real name) I have to do fine, so you give me the document I avoid the embarrassment on the bus!"
"Eh ... I left my wallet at home and have no papers!"
What are you doing? Make a statement with the waste-paper data entry?
despair, bitterness and the desire to bring his old friend a photo report, because in the end friends, friends, shit, the controller is working, there are times in which he made a mess in the classroom and paravi ass!
But it is still an old friend ... The controller
rummage in the pockets of the bag, gets a couple of pennies and gave them by hand.
"Alessi, go when the bus arrives from the driver and makes the ticket, the next time we see each advancing a coffee! "
bus arrives, climb, Alexander makes the ticket and start testing, then go down ...
" Alessi there beaks in the center for a coffee! "
Months passed, and eventually we had to go back to check that bus.
Guess who was on that bus?
Alexander, always directed at a friend's house, with coach grabbed and always forgot his wallet at home!
not go ahead with the story, but when, to avoid yet another embarrassment, the controller sends out the links to make the fine old schoolmate, something tells you that maybe this is a bad history and is perhaps best that this old friendship ends found them.
Unfortunately we are not in a novel by Fred Uhlmann , we're on a bus, on the one hand, a controller and other abuse, those repeat offenders, some of those 'clever and I think a little' assholes. Of course, in both cases there is always a half found friend, but the controller is a poor, ignorant, human compassion and understanding does not even know where they're at home, is always with the idea that abuse is not must have no remorse .
But I'm around there is a regret, nothing to do with the great German classic, I'm around the controller has lost a coffee offered to the wrong person ... never mind, next time he will do it to him a fine, at least 3% of the penalty collected to recover the exact figure such as coffee, and I can assure you that it will be sweet!
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