Yesterday picked up my wife from work, we roll and stand in the traffic jams, I notice that there is a familiar smell in the car. Yes, the car smelled like my brother’s Type-R. Immediately filled with pleasant memories of childhood, a little upset about the fact that in 10 years that car quite shaken life. And I, without any back-thinking, decided to make a compliment to my wife: "You have perfumes as delicious as my brother's refresher in Honda was," I say thoughtfully.
I still don’t know why I got my backpack.