My neighbor has a grandfather. No, not so though. My neighbor has a grandfather. With a big letter. The veteran. The real. The warrior. This year 99. He still drives the car. God give him health.
Five years ago, my grandson and I bought a new car. Modern machines do not last long. My grandfather knows it.) I went to the car salon. Everything is there as it is. We chose, then this, color, options, dopes. Go to insure, immediately in the salon. A girl with a computer. How are they called? The year of birth? My grandfather answered: one thousand nine hundred twenty one. He kills the computer. During the driving? My grandfather replied: Seventy-three years old. She kills, the computer counts and instead of the usual 30-70 thousand suddenly gives the sum of six thousand with pennies.
At this point in the story, I wondered if the corporate programmers of insurance companies are heating up something human? But then it was even more interesting...
The girl looks at the result and is stupid. I grit here recently, I need to contact the head office, clarify. She calls to the office, there she is connected with the local boss, he penetrates, asks to turn on a loud call. Their dialogue with grandfather.
Chief: Sorry, there is a mistake here...What year of birth do you say?
Grandfather twenty one.
How about driving?
Seventy three years.
What is the first car of which brand?
and tank. The T-34
The boss saw, too, a loud communication was turned on, because the dynamic heard the applause of the department.
After a second's reflection, the boss gave instructions to the girl:
Give him insurance!

Thanks to our grandparents for the victory!