banality? kindness? gallantry? or common sense? A side note of my trip to work two days.
Arrival in Trento in the late evening, after having already canned two different events in two different cities, and having taken a total of four trains of various types (
Eurostar iperlusso in theory much less in practice, low-grade regional
in theory much less in practice
regional "ah, we are in the north, the railway work here" and yet not so ).
Arrival in Trento, I said, my good shoes with heels
12 (who knows who has seen them), the
wool dress that is 'serious little person', the jacket with lots of convenient pockets e. ..
two bags.
- A folder filled to capacity, and just as heavy, and
- a large paper bag with gadgets, gifts and so varied that I have been delivered throughout the day.
short, the correct definition is
"charge as a mule." I come to pick two colleagues at the station two.
Males, but this is a detail, really.
I am told that the property is close, there is no need to go there by car: There are three blocks.
walk.
foot. Upload
like a mule.
Walking in the historical center, on the cobblestones.
With the cracks between a rock and killing the other, or the bumps: the killer heel-bearing ankle.
Well, if you were passed over there that night would have seen - two men in suit and comfortable shoes that walking briskly and talking in bursts
behind arrancante at 5:00 to 6:00 walk distance - a young lady who tried to maintain a minimum level of conduct between purse, bag and heels.
Them? Ah, no, not if they are not even noticed. And I had no more breath to point it out.
That was not gallantry, only - really - common sense.
