Summits Supreme Trenitalia meet around 11.30 for the meeting on Thursday morning, after the third breakfast, reading the newspapers and Thai traditional massage customized center. The Roman of the attic room is warm and welcoming, and the board stand out soft drinks and sweet and savory snacks.
Once everyone was accommodated, the deputy supreme loosens his tie and began to speak.
- Gentlemen, welcome. Only one point on the agenda, as usual, never to waste time.
A motion for approval through the room.
- You know I love to be direct and concise, no frills. We have a new idea to keep good shit commuters.
expressions of disgust and impatience is just paint on the faces of board members.
- What the fuck, still their! - Explodes one of these beating a fist on the table.
- I know, I know, I understand his annoyance dear colleague. But they are always on a war footing, you know ...
- What the fuck they want more? Trains travel on modern, innovative spending a pittance! I do with the money of their subscription I did not even do us a brief ...
- Have you ever traveled on the region?
- Of course not! I'm not a beggar!
- Be ', they now say they are slow. Besides the usual complaints about dirt, inefficiency and so on.
- Lenses?
- Lenses.
- Why not travel to the arrow, then?
- Why the Arrows do not stop in small towns.
- This would be our problem? Going to live in larger cities like all civilized people!
- Of course. However, we must invent a brilliant idea to make them believe that the regional authorities are quick. We need to rejuvenate the idea of \u200b\u200bregionalism.
A murmur of disappointment spread in the room. These are thrown back in his chair and puffing on expressing impatience and annoyance for that demanding task.
The deputy looks at them one by one hoping for the proposal, but did not get anything.
Finally, after a good half hour of yawns, someone threw out the conviction without a sentence, as if thinking aloud.
- Why not call them regional "fast"?
puzzled faces frowned, peering ceilings and caressing his mustache and goatee. Someone grab a pretzel and shoves it in her mouth in one piece. The deputy chief stands up.
- The idea I like. Indeed ... Piasca me, how would our national Giggi!
Applause, standing ovation and handshakes all'artefice the proposal. These are enthusiastic.
- Yay today is out soon! I've got an appointment for lunch co 'na Russian ago strippo me!
- Je then also offered a drink!
The deputy chief calls on all order and proclaims: - From tomorrow, the regional will be called "regional fast." The sitting is closed. We update this Thursday.
- Next Thursday is a holiday ...
- So in two weeks!
- Now I go because I've got a regional "fast" waiting for me ... ahahahahahah!
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