Sometimes they are so late that I forget to dress
Usually I'm late. This implies several things not least the need to rush to try to reduce or eliminate the delay. Who is
car and is usually found late stuck in traffic, puffing, cursing under his breath, accelerates wildly when a few dozen meters free but then having to slow down, cursing again, repeat the procedure beginning.
At most, if free to travel long roads, running at breakneck speed here and there and threatens to crash into a plane. Who is
train or bus is late and simply loses it, fixing the clock with contrition and exercise the subtle art of Zen meditation blasphemy waiting half later, calmly sending the message "Sorry I lost the [train / bus / plane / sub], I take the next and coming soon as I can, hello. "
Who is on foot or by bike (like me) and it is too late has the advantage of being able to recover some or all of the delay Start by eliminating downtime (eg unnecessary stops at red lights, Heritage veterocomunista Freedom in this country no longer have any sense) and increasing speed. Then just send a quick message to the recipient "in Foorse arrivp ritsrdo aspetttsmi CIAOOO", not checked for lack of time, and then you fly over the skies and cities. And the only limits are those of their lungs, to push the limits a bit more 'away, lung where no one has gone before . And maybe while sailing between two rows of cars in which drivers bottled snort and curse under his breath convulsively accelerating etc etc (cited) comes to mind that perhaps was the case a bit of control 'brakes, which at that excessive speed the stopping distance may be greater than 3 km, but then the wild wind voluptuously caressing her hair and face and whispers in the ears "more adrenalinaaaaaaaa " and there is more to anyone , you have to push those pedals until the lungs do not you come out, screaming, from the throat.
Which in my case I will seriously, for mutiny, as soon as possible.
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