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I don't usually leave comments, even less negative... At the moment, I was so sedated that I missed the words. Tonight I found my spirits. This noon we had lunch at Pizza del Arte, then after a 10-minute walk by the lake, I noticed that my son had forgotten his neck tower at the restaurant. I'm going back to our table, searching every corner, nothing. I'm talking to an employee who tells me he's probably been dumped in the trash. I'm laughing, believing in a joke. Before you figure it's not one. I'm asking the person if she can look in the restaurant trash. Out! , she blows, before she dignifies to my request. How could I dare to ask to recover the object, instead of simply curing my head of unworthy mother and buying a lap of neck from my 6-year-old son unable to take care of his business? At the end of the fourth trash, the neck tower is found. No excuses, a good day is hammered. I'm annoyed and I'll stay. For these people, we are only blue cards on legs, and blue cards don't wear scarf, it's well known. Back to the car, after a silence, my little boy summarizes the situation: It's a shame, Mom, it was very good, but we'll never return again. Come on, honey, take off the salad sheet from your neck tower and cover you, the wind rises.