The story of yesterday’s car racing. On the contrary, I have a funny story.
90 year old. End of April. The first time I was going to take a five-year-old daughter to the sea to Turkey (warm up after the winter cold). Arrived at the “River Station”, well, further standard, the bus trip to “Sharika”. Sit down and go. Only the bus moves more and more slowly, and at the end stops at all - Leningradka. Before the reconstruction. and all. The trunk does not want to move completely. In 5 minutes, the entire bus "catches" in which buttock muscle we hit. Screams like: “Our flight registration is on!” (and then it was 2 hours before departure) and “I’m already late!” collide in the air. The whole thing is that there is only one tiny possibility left - the right row, but a very narrow "foot", there barely slip through the lighthouses. People begin to leave the bus. Everyone is crowded on the side, trying to stop at least something. We go out, my daughter and I, and we understand – it’s a matter of seams. The child promised. For the first time in life – a foreign country, the sea, the sun and so on. My daughter is almost crying. In case we passed 25 meters ahead and we also try to swallow with pins, say, save, bring.
and here! A collector’s machine brakes around us, a guard in uniform rises out of it and asks, “To the airport?” “Come down, we go there!” by a bird, a whale, a fly (or who else is shusty there?) put into the car. We go without believing in our happiness. The child called the camouflaged guards “super ninja turtles” and asked to touch the machine (or what they had there). The most sociable asks, “What time is the flight?” At five o’clock, the registration begins. He says to the driver, “Dima, let’s!” Included a syrene, a flashlight and “toxic”. of your division. For the first (and probably the last) time in my life, I was moving in a collector’s car with all the pribadabases, and a few cars (most of them left behind, in traffic jams) left behind the road. We had time and passed all the controls quite calmly.
Thank you guys. There are no real men in Russia.