There was no sadness, she bought a pork.

Or, in another version, a car.

A friend comes to me, says, let's drink, I can't tell you sober.

Even though I didn’t ask her anything, she told me a story.

Below them lives a neighbor, not bad, in general, a woman. Age 50-55, superstitious, but on an adequate scale. They greet each other and smile.

And here she bought a car. My son bought her. She had rights, but she did not drive.

And it became in their small parking world by one car more. Actually, her little Marchik’t have done worse if the lady parked like everyone else. If everyone enters the pocket in parallel to each other, it stands up perpendicular. It was like driving and getting up.

The first morning, the drivers did not understand the joke, and no one knew exactly whose car.

The next day, they began to find out who the master was.

The car belongs to a neighbor. My wife and husband went to ask.

When asked why the lady parks so, she laughed and said, “Oh, I can’t do anything else yet, you’ll tolerate a little bit.”

Then she was offered to learn how to park, which the woman decidedly refused. Same, I will learn.

On the suggestion of my husband to pack the same evening, the neighbor became angry and driven out.

A couple of days passed, the neighbor stopped greeting, and on any complaints stumbled.

I had to act radically.

A friend took a cake, an egg, and went.

He knocks and says he wants to reconcile.

She was opened, but there was a warning that the car would stand like this!

Then a friend gets an egg out of her pocket, throws it on the floor and says, "Don't see you happy, like not to become this egg whole, if in half an hour you do not fulfill my will."

After 15 minutes the son arrived and somewhere took the car and the mother in it. Probably to train.

I can only guess what these people have in their heads.