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One of these days I was travelling on a regular Roman bus as I had something to do in one of the suburbs. Normal working day situation, the bus well packed. Just in front of me there were two elderly Roman ladies, perhaps I should say: women. Everything was fine and just as normal as it could be when all of a sudden a young man, rather talking to himself, mumbled: “O God, now I don’t even know where to get off the bus and find my connection”........
That, of course, was just the “ignition” for the two “turtles” who simultaneously and non stop started talking to the poor guy. Countless suggestions, most of them discussed controversially, noise level raising and speaking speed getting out of control – the suggestions would easily have done for a trip to Tokio and back. In the end, of course nobody had an idea which would have been the best connections with another bus, certainly not the poor young man who by this time had accepted his fate without any further resistance. With a very gentle “Thank you, ladies”(his one and only contribution to the whole discussion) he left the bus; I had the impression he was more than happy he had escaped alive from the turtles’ eagerness to help.
He had hardly left the bus when I heard one of the ladies address the other saying: “Isn’t that just incredible with these young people of today? I actually just wanted to ride quietly and undisturbed on my bus, and then this...“