(Greece)

Club Roma

 

X-town taxis:

1^st: broken meter

2^nd:broken belts

3^rd:dispatch endlessly concatenating phrase chunks

(Sounded to me like, "On Cavour…patron waiting...waiting on Cavour...for a taxi...waiting patiently…ready for a pick-up...Elsewhere...two women…elderly women...patiently waiting...waiting for your pick-up…") w/o rest

Till female colleague took over; same method.

25,000 lire later,

Arrived to find:

"Qube" closed, taxi gone, no phone card.

Later that night, distended belly

Groaned like a caique

At bay as I shifted, unable

To fart in the hostel.

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