In a fabric and haberdashery store. The customer in front of me: a mother with her five-year-old son.
“Here we are, Victor-Emanuel, now you pick a fabric you like.” 523 more words
I am stuck in the narrow passageway of a general bogie reserved for ladies and my whole life is flashing in front of my eyes. Well, this would have been completely true, had it not been for the woman standing in front of me, whose acute politeness has me, distracted. 981 more words