Friends live in a house near the city cemetery.
Once they were invited by their acquaintances to the other end of the city to a bathroom in a private house. A fairly large company gathered. In the meantime, they asked for help on the farm, to spray wood and so on. In short, the Saturday visit extended to deep darkness. The men, as usual, drank well and decided to pick up wood and stay overnight. The women gathered in the houses. I called a taxi...
Picture with oil: a taxi driver arrives. The night. Shadow, though in the eye, a deaf outskirts, a private house. Near the road stands a healthy man, cutting the seedling in his shoulders, squeezed, with a gasoline strap overweight: "You will bring my wife to the cemetery. Just look at it, no nonsense. I remembered the number, I will check out!"
To pay tribute, the nervous system of the taxi driver was strong - the passenger waited, did not leave immediately.