Now don’t get me wrong, I’ll always pick PIGS chaos over GUNS’ order. It’s just more fun, sunny and tasty that way.
by Palarva
Now don’t get me wrong, I’ll always pick PIGS chaos over GUNS’ order. It’s just more fun, sunny and tasty that way.
by Palarva
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It’s either this or “our train doesn’t exist.”
Italy perfects GUNS bureaucracy with PIGS chaos
Are you even living if you’re not getting bullied by staff at least a couple times a day?
Basically the same when you go to the post office to recover a pack
even the guy behind, there is always one.
Is this the PIGS friendliness I’ve heard so much about
The first time I tried to send a letter from Italy to Sweden the guy behind the counter looked at me dead in the eyes and said: _ah couldn’t you find someone within Italy to send a letter to?_ 💀
I have issues. I’m strangely attracted to this woman.
>I’ll always pick PIGS chaos over GUNS’ order.
It’s treason then. Don’t make us come over again.
I´ll have you know the guy on the left is a gay american pretending to be Italian. Basically a second gen PIGS
ultimate collab
If you want to get anywhere with Italians, you need to have small child (ideally with blond locks) with you. They’ll go “che bello bambino!” for 20 minutes and then suddenly your problems will get fixed immediately if you act like they persuaded you to stay another 10 minutes before you go on your way.
I don’t make the rules. That’s how it goes.
How I know that? I was that child.
The always present backup guy is what gets me: not doing a job requires two people. And if you get to a counter with 2 backup guys you know you’re truly fucked.
I don’t understand why the Greeks and Spanish get the rep for being lazy. True their motivation levels are low but when they eventually appear they are genuinely helpful and considerate and in the case of Greeks will go out of their way to assist.
The much worse version is the Italian in which everyone is technically at their jobs but make a point of avoiding doing any work or helping anyone unless they can see a clear personal benefit in doing so.
The redeeming feature being that they all know they are shit and don’t pretend to hide it. I remember being stuck in the Bologna train station after half the services were cancelled unexpectedly – all the locals spent the wait time taking turns explaining to me in broken English or through others exactly why and how Italy was a terrible country and that I should be glad not to live there with all the Italians who, apart from the person speaking to me, are all complete bastards. Now that’s patriotism.
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