We went on a ride along the Black Sea coast. Although we live in Sochi, but wanted to travel to Anapa while stopping in car campings. I got corn on the road. Along the road, the grandmothers are standing. On the tables are hot corn. We stopped next to one of my grandmothers and I went shopping. The further dialogue:

I said: “Hello! “Sell me five pieces of corn.”

B: “Daughter, do you want to fuck?“..

I am in a slight shock.

I said, “I want to eat...”

B is joking.“..

My poor fantasy draws the plot as corn jokes with a thistle... It begins to stifle laughter, I rise already in the voice and I only ask for 5 pieces of corn)))))

Grandma finally stretches the corn to me, with her mouth stretching in an absolutely teethless smile from which Mona Lisa nervously smokes behind the barrel. Then he stretches me a bowl of salt and says, “Daughter, joke shame!”

I’ve never been so embarrassing and funny at the same time 😉