My sister and I are standing in the queue at the supermarket when an older man walks in shouting.
“Is anyone driving a silver Punto? Silver Punto you’ve double parked behind me.”
We all look at each other and say nothing. The manager, a tired looking woman who has probably seen this happen one too many times, shrugs her shoulders and tells him to jot down the license plate number.
He returns a while later and begins to shout once more.
“Whose Silver Punto is that?”
A young man holding a litre of coke pokes his hand through the crowd of mostly tired looking women in a queue and says apologetically ,
“It’s mine. I just need to pay and I am coming.”
“By the time you bloody get through the line, I’ll be dead” the old man replies, clearly over exaggerating because the young man is third in line and the line is moving at a considerably fast pace. His attitude however has slowed down the entire supermarket. I do not know if it is his mad unbrushed hair or his crazy eyes but we all want to see what he will do next.
“Come on, big guy” he continues, “Us men don’t do this sort of thing. Women do.”
There is a collective intake of breath as every women in the supermarket keeps herself back from attacking him with diapers, low fat yoghurt or a kilo of potatoes. The young man, bless his heart, looks just as shocked as the rest of us but maintains his composure.
“Oh come on now. There’s no need for that.” he says putting his litre of coke on the floor and runs outside to move his car.
We all but applaud when he returns. And the old man?
Well gosh, his wife is one lucky lady.
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Applause for the young man?
Brilliant.
Sharp intake of breath when the old man speaks?
Priceless.
I loved this story.
you just missed your chance to sucker punch an old man!!
love it!
That’s such a great example of the Athens I know! Its what makes visiting there so much fun.
P.S. I wish I was there now!
ok i think you guys are being slightly unfair.
hello the young man (however much cuter he may be) he had DOUBLE PARKED!!
And maybe the old man’s comment was a bit awful but still…
imagine yourself with one crying baby in your arms, grocery bags ready to chop off your fingers and going to your car…only to find out that a young, possibly cute man has doubleparked and you cant leave…
or maybe its just me!!!
A friend of mine has a cousin from Canada and when she visited Greece for the first time she was literally shocked by the amount of double parked cars in the streets of Athens.
If anything, I think men are more likely to exhibit that type of behavior! But I guess that means I’m sexist too.
every night i close the shop, (time 9:30pm) i have most definately been double parked at least 8 out of 10 times that is. yes i do park right outside goodies, which makes it very likely that someone has stopped to run in and take take away but what am i to blame for?
iv finished work, my feet and legs lately are swollen and sore and all i want is to go and sit myself somewhere comfortable and enjoy my glass of wine. its absolutely ridiculous how everyone around here at least thinks that the road and those parked on it belongs to them.
so you can understand the ammount of frustration it had caused me once, i called the port offices to come cause i was double parked and waiting for at least 30 min. when they arrived the lady walked out of this delicatessen only to tell me that i should have walked into the shops and asked whose car it was before calling them.
she definately was out of her mind there are at least 20 shops on the road and she wanted me to walk into all of them?
It seems like we have both found our asshats of the week.
haha , nothing ever that eventful happens to me when i go to the grocery store .
Oh my, but this is a great story!
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Oh my lord, I would have not held back. I might be a very shy girl, but situations like these transform me into a Monster :)