O god its busy shopping weekend in Milan. Better the monopoly of shops and shop assistants in anonymous and far less crowded weekdays. This weekend, however, there is a but.
the applicant and those that will fall into a state of anxiety and tachycardia molesta: the last day for an exchange of goods. In specifically, it is a gift, fattomi a month ago by a dear friend (I know, I know, I'm 31 ... or 30 days since we are in October) to coincide with my (then) next hospital ... not add more.
I have not alternative, bowing his head and neck, I decided to immolate unlikely (then you'll understand why) mission to recover the 100.00 "euros" worse spent in the history of Milanese shopping.
As is end, on these occasions, I realized almost immediately that you have lost your receipt. The author had carefully kept buying me and then gave him the exchange, but journeys between pockets, changing bags and changing hands (yes, my right to my left, do not think it went well) the same ... it is dematerialized
If only this would be a horse to keep me happy but I also forgot the date of purchase and the franchise in which the purchase was made ....
That said, aware that they have no chance in front of the meticolossissime Pignole committed Milan chasing my dream goal: fill the micro thong string underwear drawer. I try to be fierce and determined as a bag designer and marine paint camouflage makeup on my face: a tear from Pierrot.
Fortune says that one of the chain of lingerie stores is actually located not far from home. They are "lucky" because this week they blocked the course making it a pedestrian area with food stalls, vintage cars, children's rides and more All shops open! To sum it up in mathematical language:
[(+ Pedestrian area C.so B. Aires) x crowd] = [x chaos (noise annoyance + + tail)] x chaos
not give up. By air emaciated and head for the cashier jabbering things like "I was in hospital," "gave me things, well see how they lean? I do not feel anything" and then, you know things are not in use ... "I know it's been a month but knows , I told you I was in hospital ... " .***
*** In hospital for the truth, I was really there, but for a very simple intervention day hospital, with the resolution of all in a matter of hours!
After several minutes of incessant strafing sentimental and compassionate, overwhelmed by my uncontrollable diarrhea minutes, the unfortunate job see the director (a woman lit by divine un'eurea) that says "yes" more pleasant it is to be heard after the spring of Botticelli.
incredulos, and incredulous of my skills convincitorie pompous, wrong on the counter in a hurry, fearing the contents of the bag at least a permissible withdrawal by the two.
Grab my order for an arm, dragged her through the stands of the store and muttered things like "38, black, green, garters, lace, balcony, string, panties, silk .." as she grabs here and there circling like Gisele. In less than no time (2 hours and 1 / 2) 25 animals drowned by my impalpable, like Wanda Osiris, crossing the red velvet tent and breathed a sigh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ranging between lust and relief.
put and take off (not like Penelope), I feel it slip a cloth after another, the lace to tickle the subtle voile, silk ... I become slippery a mix of transparent and flowers popping up from time to time to enjoy the appreciation of my lust, love, and committed and very efficient to catch anything that gives me excited.
I think I bought all gripped by a delusion of omnipotence that the armor of whale bones and padded cups could send me ... yes, but I tell you to do? We are women for that too, right? ;-)
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