tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post3844559739241002634..comments2024-03-29T08:51:40.793+01:00Comments on In viaggio con Nina: Quando prudono le mani...Ninahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317343318175666274noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-85206118223643694882012-09-11T20:37:57.949+02:002012-09-11T20:37:57.949+02:00Moky, sei deliziosa, come tutta la tribù Nina&...Moky, sei deliziosa, come tutta la tribù Nina&co!<br />Tittihttp://pensierinomadi.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-10869350066133492982012-09-06T09:55:55.766+02:002012-09-06T09:55:55.766+02:00Thanks for the translation! :-)Thanks for the translation! :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-20862884486190897662012-09-06T00:21:52.367+02:002012-09-06T00:21:52.367+02:00For the English speaking readers, here's the e...For the English speaking readers, here's the english version of the post. :)<br />WHEN THE HANDS ARE ITCHING.<br /><br />The vacation is over. AAAAARGH!<br />Nina and the entire tribe have come back home after a long trip.<br />This trip back didn't start in the best way, since we were left for half an hour on the runway, sitting in a broken plane (naturally the heating system worked perfectly at full-blast!). No news on when we would be able to leave again. <br />Even though we had a connecting flight to catch, I was able (strangely) to let my mind wander and not get pissed off as usual, focusing on reading a book: perhaps I was hoping that we could prolong a bit the vacation (even for just one day), in the pleasant vacation spot or in the capital, maybe to say hello to Velcro Daddy's Uncles and cousins.<br />I didn't even worry about the lack of the special milks for Nina... for a couple of meals we would have figured someting out.<br />I'm not gonna bore you with the details of the wait, with The Little Hooligan gone wild or The Microbe suffering from some embarassing reflux bouts, quickly caught with a small bowl (there's gotta be an olympic competition, no? Because we've become super-quick at pulling out any kind of container that might do the job). <br />After a 3 and a half hours delay, we finally took off, landing right when the intercontinental connection was supposed to take off. <br />I'm not even going to tell you about the mad rush, since the airport is gigantic, dragging trolleys, bags, little ones, passports, while holding the boarding passes in our mouths.<br />We boarded the plane, exhausted and sweaty, since luckily the connecting flight waited half and hour for our delayed plane. <br /><br />I'm in front, with Nina in my baby pouch, with backpack, bag, and holding The Little Hooligan by her hand, and behind us, Velcro Daddy with our lead-filled trolley and other bags.<br />The plane is completely full, I spot our row: some guy steps right in front of me, after getting out of our seats, and rudely addresses me:<br /><br />"Why couldn't you miss the flight?"<br /><br />And panting, glances over to a dog ... ahem, a woman whose hand he evidently wanted to hold the entire flight.<br /><br />Honey, I wish, after making out with the dog... ahem, the chick, you guys move forward in your relationship and end up having a couple of kids (I'm not even wishing you one "out of standards", I'm being good), and having to get up at the crack of dawn, collect several cubic meters of clothes, wait for half an hour on a crazy airplane while a hair-dryer is blowing 50C air in your pupils, get off and wait another 3 and half hours without anybody telling you anything, while your psycho kids ransack the waiting area, take off again, then run at breakneck speed, after you hit your ankle with a marble-laden trolley and after you give your carotide an indentation worthy of a S&M bondage fantasy with a couple of bags, only to have to look at a shmuck with a dumb face and an even worse shirt that will mock you with a "Why couldn't you miss the flight?" so that he can make out with some chick with a mustache and dead fish eyes. At the ripe age of 40.<br /><br />Well, that day, I wish you'd leave a comment to this post. Of course, if they'd let you do it from the prison cell you'll be sitting in.<br /><br />While all these thoughts were racing through my head (with about a million other choice words), my body was able to hiss back at you, with a ferocious face and an evil-eye, a more diplomatic:<br /><br />"Are you kidding me? We've been out for 7 hours, thanks to the broken plane!"<br /><br />Now, hindsight is 20/20, I only regret that The Microbe didn't shoot her vegetable puree and the bass with nauseating stench on that striped hapless shirt of yours.Moky in AZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18027412648088773461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-83553037508832626942012-09-05T08:55:54.230+02:002012-09-05T08:55:54.230+02:00non resta che sperare che la "cessa", ol...non resta che sperare che la "cessa", oltre ai baffi, avesse anche "altro" nascosto sottogonna e che al momento buono, a peggiorare l'amara sorpresa, scambiassero il dentifricio per vasellina!<br />AdeliaAdelia El Wakilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03014784565247659733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-59620877322676131022012-09-05T02:15:22.759+02:002012-09-05T02:15:22.759+02:00Io, molto più diplomaticamente non gli avrei parla...Io, molto più diplomaticamente non gli avrei parlato, glia avrei mostrato un dito a caso...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-77905989464437115402012-09-05T01:33:38.135+02:002012-09-05T01:33:38.135+02:00Ma come hai fatto??? come diamine hai fatto a risp...Ma come hai fatto??? come diamine hai fatto a rispondere così gentilmente ad un grezzo cafone simile??? Io avrei risposto con un "mavaffanc@@o...e levati dai piedi velocemente perchè mi infastidisci le bambine con la tua faccia mostruosa.!!!!!"<br />No...non so come tu possa non avergli dato un cazzotto.....BiancaneveRossahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16729172386204333381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-47288718601059382842012-09-04T19:26:45.437+02:002012-09-04T19:26:45.437+02:00... vai tra che la valigia al simpaticone gliel...... vai tra che la valigia al simpaticone gliel'hanno persa!!!bacino alle bimbette!!!!!Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00828052651497482652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-53811824418187782052012-09-04T19:18:57.868+02:002012-09-04T19:18:57.868+02:00ma eravate a sharm? un abbraccio a tutti! mao ;-))...ma eravate a sharm? un abbraccio a tutti! mao ;-)))<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-44226053276441707402012-09-04T19:02:34.559+02:002012-09-04T19:02:34.559+02:00Altro che prurito alle mani!!!!!!
Mmmmmmmmmmh........Altro che prurito alle mani!!!!!!<br />Mmmmmmmmmmh.................che nervoso quando capitano queste cose!!<br />Non so chi ti ha tenuta.....<br />Un abbraccio.<br />Claudia - Gli eventi di Claudia -Claudia - Gli eventi di Claudia -http://glieventidiclaudiaconfettieco.blogspot.it/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-49007186337430027292012-09-04T17:24:37.578+02:002012-09-04T17:24:37.578+02:00Ormai non ci si può più stupire della gente che c&...Ormai non ci si può più stupire della gente che c'è in giro... ma io dico!!!<br />Stavo per scriverti l'ultima frase del tuo post pure io!!! Proprio un peccato che la Microba non abbia cambiato colore alla camicia del tizio sfigato...Claudia Prottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05819034289684974031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2314961510455708206.post-14542337067528697982012-09-04T17:02:45.497+02:002012-09-04T17:02:45.497+02:00Sfigato è dire poco.......!! che imbecilli cazzoni...Sfigato è dire poco.......!! che imbecilli cazzoni esistono al mondo..... <br />un bacio<br />Chiara e la piccola EmmaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com