"He left home as usual at the last moment, even niespóźniony, but without any reserve time. Through the branches of trees surrounding the building that most recently lived, sharp morning sun was shining. Its penetrating rays of the morning and vivacity wprawiały him in a great mood, full of excitement and fresh energy. When was the dwupasmówce remembered that he forgot to fill up the day before Ford. The control of fuel burned monotonously. He looked at her from time to time, completely without emotion. Not that he felt faint orange światełku anything sinister.
Agnes Just yesterday she asked him in the evening, in his style, a little teasing that his velvet voice, not just to late. Because she knows him. That certainly something you read to them late. Perhaps after a night will do some outstanding transfers, purify briefcase with documents. Are you sure he loves her so, as she him. And that goes to her and the children as well as on the wings. Eagerly assured that, yes, I'm sure that you know, honey. He had a way of building up on fuel, but unfortunately I talked by mobile phone from Mr. Mieczyslaw, construction manager of their dream house. He remembered it only at home, but he no longer had the strength to get out down the stairs, fire engine and go to the station.
- wake up at six o'clock tomorrow morning, on Saturday! - He thought with horror.
- twenty seventh flight to Szczecin. Then the bus and hopefully I'll be in Kolobrzeg furthest from the tenth. That the children will enjoy. Lot bought a few months earlier, came out cheaper than train. - Great to put this together - he rubbed his hands. As it passed
BP station at the entrance to Route Siekierkowską flashed through his head he thought - may, however, to refuel. The arrow controls the fuel was not yet quite in the position to zero.
- not - immediately answered himself - just gasoline, waste of time at the moment visit to the stations.
quickly drove the route screw mknął Łazienkowska and one hundred and twenty middle lane per hour. Myslovitz played from the speakers, and Maciek on top of his voice sang along with Artur Rojek "Now I know all it takes, until he should want, all it takes, I know very well that we fall when our lives cease to be amazed every day. " It seemed that nothing was he able to break the champagne mood. Then, suddenly, at the height of the Batory High School car began to choke.
- Moorhen, and let the damned. Let it damn clear - screamed shrilly. He abruptly cut
runs, three, four, three of them again. The car just choking, rzęził, sniffed, and after a while, about two hundred meters before the Crossroads Square just prance, as handful after dropping uninvited rider. Unluckily, that ford stopped at the point where Route Łazienkowska stood up. Any chance to push the car off the roadway, which, moreover, was not there at all. He turned the key in anguish again and again. To no avail.
- It's a nightmare, total wtop - growled through clenched teeth. For a moment I was tempted to pinch myself in the ear, to say that it's just a bad dream.
- Agnes kills me - groaning - and son. "Johnny walks with me after you, in a helmet and a bicycle, I want to necessarily show you how he learned to ride. Remember, praise him because he a few days of very experienced, that will have my dad as he goes. Specifically went to sleep earlier to wake up quickly to meet with my dad. I still only hear 'dad' and 'dad'. Will dad be with me ride a bike? Do not sit on daddy crocodile? And when dad is coming? MATT, please, just do not zaśpij. This is, of which you? 10.30 in Kolobrzeg. I love you. " Sarah's words whispered over the phone yesterday evening, full of excitement caused imminent meeting and longing, so soft on the phone and teasing as always liked świdrowały his head and felt like a knife kaleczący living body.
- Nice pate - he sighed. He turned the key, again and again. Response was still only zdechlakowate rattle of the engine.
- What to do? Emergency road - no, I do not even have a phone number and it will take too long - he thought frantically. - Anyone familiar? But who? And that's before seven in the morning, on Saturday. Whoever it was not until zwlókłby out of bed, I'm sure it would be too late.
- I know, a taxi - triumphantly proclaimed himself itself. Quickly dialed a familiar number Wawa Taxi and almost shouting into the phone demanded that in view of its unfortunate location, it was rather grotesque, immediately came to the driver with the fuel.
- It is impossible for the driver does not run with the fuel - dispassionate voice telephone operator told the sleepy, probably resembling a stewardess with the airport przekomicznej scene in the movie "Meet the Parents."
- How it impossible - Maciek suddenly felt in the veins of even greater adrenaline rush. - How it impossible? - Growls into the phone. - Are you knows that I stand on Route Łazienkowska in the middle? - Explained as if it could in any way moved by Mrs.. - How it impossible? For kroćset, we have yet capitalism. Is there really will not find the driver who wants to earn fast, say a hundred dollars. Pay hundred dollars extra for this service - here is how clever he thought. - I am your regular customer - it seemed to him that is convincing, but the last words actually just wyskamlał humiliation and desperation, with no hope of understanding. Hung up abruptly - It makes no sense.
- But hey - he thought quickly - let him come, even without gasoline. Tapped soon, but this time the number of taxi Partner. After a while, MPT, and again, even though it so pissed off, Wawa Taxi.
- Phew, we shall see who will come first - he wiped sweat from his forehead with his hand and hurriedly jumped out of the car to pull up a warning triangle in the trunk. Widens it twenty yards behind the car, closed the door and ran down to stop at the Batory.
driver, as predicted Maciek, he did not understand where to stop and stopped at the bus stop, not even glancing in the direction of a car parked in the middle of the cruising route through the capital. Thus it was a conscious decision to come to him right away to run.
- The nearest gas station - gasped to his grandfather at the wheel, the well-worn vest okutanego indeterminate color, probably purchased from the lady in the eighties. Retired looked at him impassively from the horn-rimmed glasses and hats angular soiled cap. They moved. Stench smell of vanilla and mix of fur covers almost zemdlił Maciek. There was even a railroad man's strength, but when the counter said he was barely forty per hour, could not resist - You can not go a little faster, the plane in a hurry. The taxi driver trembled on the steering wheel and the arrow shifted to forty-five.
- Damn, I will normally, and he'll take the wheel - Maciek tearing hair out. - What bad luck - hissed and bit his lip.
Finally, after a long pause, which lasted for Maciek terribly long, they arrived at a petrol station. Maciek mind's eye already saw himself wylewającego mineral water from półtoralitrówek and packager of fuel from the distributor is not splashing on his jeans. On Fortunately, the seller graciously offered him a plastic canister pięciolitrowy. Moved on after filling in the return leg. This time, you need to do justice, a retired taxi-driving his car like a decades-efficient. Maciek ran out of the taxi, poured the contents of the canister immediately to Baku car and wiping his hands with a cloth zbryzgane gasoline, and finally fired. Drove with abandon, abandoned car in the parking lot and ran full speed into the hall of the national outlets.
- Sorry, you missed 5 minutes - he told the lady in the window.
Train journey lasted more than ten hours. He made three connecting flights, smashing up the passenger, routes were particularly bad. Early in the evening and finally jumped off the train stairs to hug Johnny, who with his mother, on a bike and helmet came onto the platform. Jasiu very stretched in the day. Day, as expected for a week. "
Wiślicki Andrew, At half-time, Warsaw 2011, p. 44
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