A story about a real man

“For every wise man, there is enough simplicity.”
A. The island

There is at least one such person in almost every yard.
It can be small, or tall, thin, but most likely thick. Old or very young. Absolutely different, it does not matter. But such people must have one common feature - they are with all their strength: threats, bribery, screams, intrigues, murder, in the end, they are trying to kill a plot of courtyard asphalt behind their car.

One such person lives in a neighboring house (God thank you not in our house) I don’t know his name, we’ll call him Grish. Whether he was once a mint, sat down and became a bandit, or vice versa, was a bandit, sat down and became a mint, history is silent. But, according to our concierge’s story, the whole neighboring house always stood out of him. Then Grisha wheels someone will scratch, then the nail cap will scratch, if anyone dares to put his troll on "his legitimate place."
What Grisham did not do. And the steel pins in the asphalt grabbed and the chains from the aircraft carrier stretched, but the neighbors complained to the JEC and the pins with the chains were periodically cut by the autogen. Only Grisha is not to give up. He bribed someone there in the administration, took him to the GIBDD, and also bribed a whole medical commission. In short, one day, a yellow square of a disabled person appeared on the Grishin Mercedes. Although the appearance of Grish is as healthy as a horse of the Vladimir breed, it may be true that he is all rotten from the inside, who knows him, doctors are more visible. And on "his legitimate place" appeared the most real marking of the disabled place, and most importantly - a sign according to all legal norms. Grisha under the sign also wrapped a beautiful metal tablet, apparently in the funeral office ordered, the text is quite banal: "You took my place, then take my illness."

The first week, Grisha cried, neither do you chains, nor anti-tank bars, and the place is always waiting for him, legal, disabled. But one evening, Grisha came from work, and on "his" "legal" disabled place stands an old, slightly rusty, black Volga, and on the glass of the Volga is seen a yellow sign of the disabled.

The brave grandfather, the owner of the Volga, lives in our house, as he always did, in order to make it better, but every time he "closed" one, or two at once. I also walked to work because of him.
So, he accidentally noticed that a special place for disabled people appeared in the neighboring house, and built his colombine there. This grandfather drives once every two months, not more often, and then only in the summer, so Volga and stands now in the neighboring yard on a legitimate disabled place.

Our concierge told us that he watched the historic encounter of the chromed grandfather with Grisha.

The red, from the boiling blood, Grisha, approached his grandfather, looked at him from the top down and cried:

Did you know that I personally arranged this disabled place? Do you know what kind of grandmother did I do? and?

Grandfather looked at Grisha with admiration from the bottom up, stretched out his dry pot and said:

Well, if so, then I have to say that you are a real person. Let me shake your hand.

He picked up his coat and cried home.