John is paying a visit to his Italian neighbor in the hospital, who just had a very serious
traffic accident.
He doesn’t look like very much: in plaster, completely wrapped in a bandage,
tons of hoses and infusions.
He looks like a mummy.
John tries to have a conversation,
but his neighbor has his eyes closed and isn’t responding.
Suddenly his eyes jump wide open and he starts to gurgle and during his last gasp for
air he says:
“Mi stai bloccando il d’tubicino ossigeno, Pezzo di merda ….”
John inscribes the words in his heart.
At the funeral John tells the black-clad widow that her
husband had something to say.
‘And, she asks with tearful eyes,”was it that he loved me? “
“I do not know,” said the man, “but it sounded like
Mi stai bloccando il d’tubicino ossigeno, pezzo di merda ….”
The widow screams and faints.
“What?” John ask startled to the daughter,
“What did he say, what does that mean?”
And the crying daughter says:
“You are standing on my oxygen hose, you git.”
