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The perfect service

(first part)

's 10. The bell rings and I'm late. I try desperately to park the car, but, having arrived among the last, the parking is full and I do not know what to do. The delay full-blown anxiety he shakes a lump in my throat and I decided to let her out of the park. With the keys inside. I sincerely hope will lead me away, so daddy will not see them. To recover precious seconds I cover the distance that separates me from the locker rooms in the blink of an eye ... but the hottest July day since 1789, and this race prejudice inevitably all of my service, as well as my underwear.

I run up in the kitchen, hoping not to meet daddy ... maybe to take it behind ...

-Boys! But you can not! are ten ten! But you can not 'every time! -

-Excuse me, you're right-I begin tearful (and without reviewing the fact that the minute hand is clearly on 5) -... is that I have not played the alarm Then, as I came here, the police stopped me, and there was also Bike race, the aliens I have deflated the tires and turned off the sun ... -

I look compassionate and told me to go back to work ... The race of the bike is always its effect.

I placed a second pass in front of my eyes and try to find my name among the pages of the service.

everything comes little by little ... slow ... in a trance my eyes see the first three marriages, then, slowly, slide the names of the waiters in the first room ... the second ..... and finally, last ...... gray room music ......... ........... .............. 110 people ....... Rowena and Andy. Slide into an abyss from which no one can save me, I try desperate to go back, but my hands have no where to hang ... Then, in a last desperate attempt, my eyes back up there, top right: from 14.30 to 15.00.

I let myself fall.

I start feeling the pinch at work. Today I have to do the alchemist. Could have been worse but 400 sorbets are not a joke anyway. However, I go down, do things right. Locked up in my lab are completely unaware of anything going on in the rest of the restaurant. I realize then that something is wrong when the cars and climb Out for lunch. I have a dizzy. Looks like the carnival in Rio. I just do not dance. And do not laugh. A horde of mice busy (and rarely those two words should be placed close!) is moving.

missing-bread! - Someone yells.

-E 'to be defrosted! - The answer in seven or eight.

-full of water! And the wine! - Missing menu-Rose - missing-salt! -

-Out tonight? - Anybody gets lost in the confusion ... ...

Chaos seems unmanageable, it's all a parade of faces, arms, legs, tits and ass ... Two sottoratti just enrolled me passing by. A big question mark hangs over their heads, and even in my one it is, but how do you find it??

However I take two bottles of wine and port in the room, just not sit still.

It took me 3 seconds.

Return to the kitchen and there is no one.

the past, which abounded in the first delicious libations, nothing. The desert tray. Have passed the locusts.

I made a mistake by rat-mouse. Unforgivable.

go down with a measly plate of pasta, not so much cooked. At least I have plenty with cheese.

At the end of lunch I drink coffee and I'm going to change. They are 12.15.

12.45: This half-hour was useful, I had time to put everything in order and prepare the area for good appetizers.

13.15: Useless illusions.

13.45: Something is happening, two cars entering the parking lot.

13.50: False alarm, sought the highway.

14.15: some guests began to arrive. The other rooms.

14.45: They came all the guests in other rooms, including spouses. Begin. Of gray, no.

15.05: I'm afraid that those who are far away I get from my own. I would disappear. Three meters above the sky, but also underground, however, should be good. Gold rings to a gigantic size, glittery collars dobermann hung around his neck, dark skin and yellow teeth are the first things I notice in men. Women do not know anything, it's all hidden by abundant fat rolls coming out of tiny polyester clothes. I could hardly hold back the tears first and then the retching. It 'an unprecedented assault. The table of appetizers barely holds the teeters and risking the collapse of the shock when a lady about fifty leans with the whole load of balls that goes for a walk. Eighth? Ninth? I do not want to find out. I try to extricate your fingers between that crowd in front of me. Do not speak Italian. Do not just talk. Their request is accompanied by mumbling long nails that I use to mix the soft drink. Does not advance anything like a pack of PacMan devour everything is nearby. Not necessarily edible. I want to finish everything. And now. Otherwise I'll finish.

15.35: We've done everything possible to let the people in the room, about fifty have it done also. Still no news of the couple. Matiovic, who now works in another room, signaling that has gone on Bet & Win gave a 9 to their arrival before 16.00. I am beginning to see signs of nervousness in the gray of rats. I do not understand why.

15.45: A long, long white limousine enter (or at least tries) in the parking lot.

arrived spouses.

(to be continued ...)