"Let’s count it up, the cowboy. With you."
Such storytellers usually forget about any ‘minor’ circumstances.
The story of my youth - the 90s, the youth of the same age 18-25 years, living in the country of elves is extremely few - the clash with reality quickly resounds. A girl came to our company, which is called "packed" - an apartment-machine, only after a jurfak, a senior lawyer, a low salary in dollars. Particularly, this was not shrinking, but always answering questions, say, "all by herself, with her labor, mind and workability." The girl at the same time is quite sympathetic, so all the free guys from the company (including me) went to her, no one achieved reciprocity, from which they concluded that the girl successfully found a daddy - and calmed down.
And somehow completely accidentally it became clear that: she is a late and extremely long-awaited child of very well-to-do parents, who are in a painful divorce; the apartment was presented to her by her father for adulthood, the car by her mother for graduation from the university (or somehow the opposite is not the case), and she works in the office, where the owner is the father, and the general director is the mother. When she was generally polite enough to hint that this is not ever everything itself, the outrage was simply universal, with a complete breakdown of relationships - no one of us has seen it since then.
And you are here with your arithmetic and vegetable bases.