The wedding story.
My friend, say, Andrew, was walking at a wedding with friends.
He walked well, was tired, went out into the fresh air to smoke, sat down on the bench, smoked to sweat, and when he got up, he found that the bench was recently painted, and now Andrey's pants and jacket are also painted.
The hammer immediately passed. The question arises what to do? You can’t ruin your friends’ wedding with their plummeting phenomenon. English is also bad.
He smoked more. The plan has matured: go to the nearest house, enter the first apartment - not too late - and ask for help.
He did so. In this apartment lived my mother and her 20-year-old daughter. They at first bleed out of deafness, then entered the situation and helped: the suit was cleaned, washed, dried, smoothed...
A few months later, Andrew and his daughter had a wedding.