One day, I was driving from work on a standard soil, tired and overwhelmed after a long day, looking out the window, thinking of my own. My stop was a bus stop, so I wasn’t afraid to go through it.

Unfortunately, as it turned out later. Shortly before I stopped, the guard suddenly stopped on the foot of the shops and a small coffee shop, the driver knocked the door and wrapped it in the sunset. I thought, “Where is he, 5 meters before the stop...” and fifteen minutes later, when my legs in the frozen bus began to freeze, I was obscured. I sit all in black, I am a little girl myself, in the dark cabin I was not noticed, the stop at the route is final, near the night bus stop. The driver of the bus decided to go out to eat.

I opened the door – locked. It is impossible to climb onto the driver's seat, and the conscience to leave the bus open didn't allow - the driver here has everything to change.

In short, I kissed for forty minutes. When the hopes left me, the driver finally returned, cried, got into his place, was going to start the engine, and...

Do you bring them to the stop?! to

I haven’t seen such high jumping fat men.) And there are no such round eyes of fear either.

Porzhali, of course, drove until the stop and did not take the money for the trip).