At the beginning of the century, Kolya moved to a new apartment and was happy. Comfortable planning, new micro-area, intelligent logistics. Everything is wonderful. It is a bit unusual to see rows of identical garages, which could only be distinguished by the number. Yes, in the old garage apartment everyone put himself, hence a variety of sizes and colour palette. And here? An incubator of something. But it could be survived, because the main thing in the garages is communication, and it just wasn’t. Knock, at best, when meeting, and it is not all and not always. Nicholas really missed his friends.
At that time the social networks were not yet developed and the garage brotherhood successfully replaced them. You could come here with any problems. Getting money before pay, asking for help. Immediately to decide was not possible - definitely someone had friends or acquaintances who could help. Repairs are done, friends are always there. Assemble, disassemble, break down any difficulty (well, almost). The tool – in the garage, like in Greece – has everything!
The usual weekend is when you come to the garage, pick up the hood (but you can’t get stuck) and go to the neighbor to discuss the news. Football, politics, wives, children – themes will always be found. Yes, men love to crack, well, what do you do here? And there are others pulling up, after fifty and life went more fun. Yes, sometimes you can relax. Who doesn’t drink? call me! No, I’m waiting for you!” But it is not necessary. Great friendly collective, regardless of the size of the garage and the brand of the car. Even a bicycle! And these are REAL friends that you all know personally, not some virtual ones. No one can have 500 friends. Friends yes, but friends not.
So Cole suffered. Hears a new joke-oh, in the evening I will tell the guys, and then recalls... A couple of times I did not stand and went to the guests, a little reassuring, but the grief still.
Cole has decided. The wife went to the maid for the weekend, nobody distracts from the thought. If you cannot overcome a problem, you must lead it. somehow so. There is mango, shampoo and wood. Buy and soak the meat, soak the refrigerator with various liquids. The opening of the garage season began on Saturday, closer to lunch. The wood has burned, you can cook a shishel. The mangal collie placed near the garage, not to notice.
Here’s the first “float”.
Hi my neighbor! Which celebration?
Well yes. The weekend. Join me!
I am now!
I came back in a few minutes with a bottle.
The Gene!
and Cole!
Five minutes later, Alexis’ vegetables were added. Then again, the emotions crossed the end. We left late, but everyone was happy. The social network “unitary” is created.