Mister Ciccio – Clarifications

 

 

 

– Mr. Dello Straccio is wanted in the office!

– Tell me, Mr. Manager. Here I am, I’m ready, agile and industrious.

– Go out and call the boy asking for charity at the parking.

– Why, Mr. Director? What happened?

– Don’t worry, Dello Straccio, it’s my business.

– I’m going.


 

- Here I am, Manager. Could I bring him in?

- Yes, and leave us alone.

- Perfect, Mr. Manager.

- Good morning. Are you in charge of parking?

- Yes, I am.

- Good. Then, let's come: you place yourself at the enter of the point of sale and greet people. From this gesture, you ask people to tip you. Is it right?

- Really, Manager, I don't expect. I ask for food.

- No, I don't discuss the practice. I discuss the theory. If you want money because you greet, at this point I greet you and we're even. Right? Or, don't greet me at all, and it's the same to me, indeed: we don't know each other, don't we?

- Manager, I ask for a gesture of solidarity to eat.

- I understand you want to eat, but what does that mean? Be clear and ask for the money! Don't use the sly means of greeting, otherwise we will become charity a kind and good job as everyone else.

- Manager, I don't understand...

- The problem, my dear, is some people have complained, you wouldn't happen to you've been a bit aggressive, wouldn't you?

- I attack? No, manager, I just ask for some coins and stay there calm...

- I don't know, maybe you showed a fierce face...

- This is only my face. What can I do?

- You have to be quite and serene. I'm not here to send you away. I just want a discussion because I care about relationships.

- Yes, Manager, I understand, I also don't want to scare a person.

- So we worked it out, didn't we?

- Yes, Manager. But there's no need.

- No, there's a need!

- Then I'll go, Manager.

- Good. And… I ask you a secret thing.

- Say, Manager, say...

- But you don't say this secret thing around.

- No, Manager, I don't say. Say, say to me...

- From tomorrow… find me a place for my car. I'm tired of waiting for half an hour. This car park is always full.

- You don't worry, Manager. Tomorrow you will find a place.

- So we worked it out, didn't we?

- Yes, Manager. All clear.

- Last thing.

- Say, Manger, say.

- Do you know someone who washes machine for friendship?

- Yes, Manager, my friend washes the car.

- Then can I use your help?

- Of course, Manager.

- So we worked it out, didn't we?

- Yes, Manager, all clear.

- Well, I know you're a good person.

 

 

THE POST OF SUPERCASHIERS

  1. Introduction
  2. The queue
  3. Aggression
  4. Horoscope
  5. Selection
  6. Adverbs
  7. Pronunciation
  8. Family
  9. Obsessions
  10. Robbery
  11. Agreements
  12. Meditation
  13. Fashion
  14. Formalities
  15. Prank call
  16. Problems of consciousness
  17. Clarifications
  18. Pause
  19. Special offers
  20. Something in common
  21. Jealousy
  22. Saturn
  23. Illness

 


DEAR CUSTOMER ON ITUNES


Why is a nickname more indicative compared to our name? Personal details are the result of the choice of others. Sooner or later, when we enter the world of work, those letters will become numbers. On the other hand, a nickname is linked to a really happened event or to a personal trait. In a manner of speaking, it reveals our true identity.
In consumer society, where all echoes are adulterated - Karl Marx is the man of chocolate with the caramel layer and Che Guevara has killed Spider-Man - identity becomes a main topic. Keeping it and being involved as little as possible by the obsession with buying, is a primary matter.
Leopoldo Canapone, protagonist of Dear Customer, every day witnesses the procession of customers infatuated by the commercials and promotional offers. He also knoews a lot about nicknames and, above all, he had an identity. Aspiring actor, he was sure in the end he would enter the Cinecittà Studios. He wrong a few hundred meters. Years later, he stamped the card in the supermarket near to the film establishments, but after all, also it was art because, as a sales clerk, he had to wear a mask and smile to the audience.


The customer is a fucked customer and not a fucking customer.


Leopoldo Canapone





 

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