Once I met a friend at the station, came a few minutes earlier and just walked around the station building. I had a bottle of water in my hands, I drank water and started looking where to throw the empty bottle. There was no rubbish in the eye.
I see three police officers stand by. I think, well, they’re here all day round, everyone at the station knows, they’ll help me.
I approach them, smile and say:
Can you tell me where the rubbish is? (The word "urna" just came out of my head)
They look me in the eyes without blinking and silent.
I think I may have said it unclearly, I repeat:
I need a garbage, where is the nearest?
Again a terrible silence and incomprehensible gaze.
I put an empty plastic bottle in front of their nose and ask for the third time:
Where is the rubbish? You have to throw the bottle!
A to A! They speak practically in choir and point to the nearest urna.

All the absurdity of the situation came to me only five minutes later.