"Next!"
"Evening, Doctor"
"Please sit down. So tell me, what's the problem? "
" You see, doctor, I have to fix the view "
" Well, I'm an ophthalmologist, is my field. What symptoms do you have? "
" To tell the truth no one "
" Like anyone? "
" None. Ci vedo benissimo, centro una mela a 300 metri di distanza, riesco a scorgere una sagoma anche al buio e via discorrendo”
“Allora, scusi, non capisco in cosa posso esserle utile”
“Perché tutti mi dicono che sono cieco”
“Quanti sono questi?”
“Due. Se contiamo anche il moncherino del mignolo che le hanno ricucito con 3 punti di sutura e che ha la pelle leggermente screpolata verso l’esterno, due e mezzo”
“Ah-ehm... a me sembra che lei ci veda benissimo”
“E’ quello che dico anche io, ma la gente si ostina a dire che sono cieco!”
“Beh, compiliamo la scheda, intanto: nome e cognome?”
“Eros”
“Eros e poi?”
“Eros e basta”
“Ebasta di cognome?”
“Ma no, mi chiamo solo Eros. Non ho cognome”
“Impossibile”
“Ma ha capito chi sono?”
“Dovrei?”
“Santa patata! Sono Eros, il Dio dell’Amore!”
“Eros il dio del... mi sta prendendo in giro? Eros è un amorino con lenzuolino bianco legato ai fianchi, la faretra sulla schiena e un arco con freccia pronta a scoccare”
“Ma secondo lei, se mi presentavo qui come dice lei crede che mi avrebbero fatto passare? Sarei stato sommerso da richieste”
"Uhm ... in fact. Then she would tell me who is not blind? "
" I am not, Did I just proved "
" True, yes. Yet everyone knows that Love is blind "
" We want to stop? We see very well. Before people fall in love, then blame me "
" Why, is it not so? "
" Of course not. Let me explain: I'm around on my own, looking happy, no? I am enjoying a beautiful sunny day when suddenly I hear the thoughts of the girl who walks past me saying "Oh, if only my boss would notice that I exist ... If only you loved me! " And I, who are precise and faithful to duty, a desire to reply. I follow the maiden from his office, I see sdilinquirsi front of the boss, bow and arrows and hit recovery. The boss finally sees the girl and after a minimum exchange of pleasantries and jokes low cabaret invites you to come out. The two go out, spend a nice evening, have dinner, then go into a pub here and are served by a waiter who define Marcantonio is an understatement: two biceps like that, stuff for 15 hours in the gym if not more. I realize that the intentions of the damsel shaky, is not so convinced that the boss is a very interesting specimen, possibly because of incipient baldness or the fact that the armpit slightly spotted, do not know. The fact is that what first seemed an angelic creature begins to sound like a dumb servant with clothes thrown over. Groping to find a solution, therefore, must understand, the poor thing now is cooked rotten, when I hit hit and there's no way back. Then I look around and I saw a girl who drools for the waiter and think "God, how many children I would like us with a case. If the biceps is so great let alone the rest. " Now, maybe the girls did not know that the big gyms have everything except the one, but it's not my problem, then step on the offensive and ZAC! I hit the waiter. The problem is that the waiter was thinking "nice this tipino with balding" and finds himself in love with the boss. Of course, the boss only has eyes for his secretary, and the Michelin Man living can not help but attract the attention of the balding, pouring a drink on me and trying to clean it clumsily. Doing so will realize that the boss pattern balding valet FOPPAPEDRETTI down there is enthusiastically delivered and the waiter lets out a yelp that does not go unnoticed by the owner of the restaurant, one type at a Danny De Vito, but more fat and less sympathetic, which is approaches their table and notices the girl. At that moment he thought "Heck, waving! Of such a I also love, if I'm not tired after the second round. " What can I do at this juncture? I pull back the bow and let fly. For a moment I fear it was wrong because the secretary becomes aware of yes boss of the restaurant but it seems that the guy does not like. Cold sweat ... at that time a reasonable doubt that people have reason makes its way into my mind, then something happens, I do not know whether it is because of the Rolex 14 thousand euro, the boss has the wrist or otherwise, is that she seems to be interested in fat latin-lover. I'm beginning to think I finished my work when I noticed that the girl who drooled for the waiter is the only one that I still have not satisfied then again the bow braced and Zac! I hit it again. Too bad that at that moment she was thinking with envy of its neighbor, the one which shakes the tablecloth on the balcony filled constantly with crumbs and discovered with horror that, after my Scocco scored, is mulling to come home from the nearby to make bread crumbs on a whole of Puglia, not before, however, to have spread with Nutella, whipped cream and berries varied. In short, at the end of the evening I have: a gifted boss in love with his secretary who is in love with the owner of the pub that will fire for misconduct that the waiter was in love with the boss as a customer you pluck a resounding two of spades from the nearby crumbling because a few weeks ago the same neighbor I was struck by a dart loving because the plumber who is laying the sewer pipes under her house she's seeing invanghito shake the tablecloth on the balcony. Do you understand? "
" I really do not know ... What do you mean? "
" I mean that's not my fault, but yours! "
Nostra? That is, the fault is ours if we fall in love is not reciprocated or the wrong person? "
" Yeah. It 's what I mean "
" Let me get ... then she would tell me that some years ago, while jogging in the park and I was doing nicely on my own thinking about the spider new model that I was going to buy my future wife, seeing me, he expressed the desire to mate with me and you, dutiful, he hit one of his arrows making me surrender? "
" I guess it went exactly like that "
"The fact that I was gay she was not in any way an obstacle, right?"
"Gay? Ma .. I do not ... "
" And the fact that now, when my wife is away for work, I wear his clothes, not even that the matter, right? "
... I could not imagine ... "
" And the fact that it must meet my lover in secret, to invent business trips, overtime, medical meetings and spend a lot of money into third-rate motels and hotels to avoid giving rise to rumors, has never touched the conscience, right? "
... Well, here, I ... "
" And the fact that I had to distort my sexuality and live all these years I feel inadequate to fill the role that she forced me to support, not to the point makes you feel guilty? "
" But I did not know ... I just did my job ... "
" His work ruined my life! "
" Do not say that ... at the bottom of his wife he loves her! "
" And I love a plumber! "
... I take those with the large frame. How much? "
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