My grandmother was with me on the first trip to the blue car. Well, I thought she was a grandmother, and on the way it turned out that she was 40, but the lack of teeth greatly changes people.

Waiting for a pause in the conversation, the woman began to tell that a week ago her girlfriend was driving in the same direction. She advised the heroine bla blazar.

So a friend arrived, to Rostov, and the driver says to her, "Well, madam, give for the trip in nature."

Arriving at this point of the story, the woman first made a spectacular pause, and then cuddly cuddled:

I thought it would be the same here.

Well, it was dark, and only I could see the driver’s face. I had to tell a funny joke to change the subject.