Recently told our driver the story read here about a taxi driver, who entered the "jeep" a expensive foreign car, when he took a passenger to the airport :) What he philosophically stumbled on his shoulders, said, "life is a difficult thing" and gave me his story.
At the very beginning of the 90s, it was at the time, which is now called "lichem", in the free time from the main work he stood in the evenings on a service car near the central supermarket of our city. The Taxi. And in one evening, late in winter or early in spring, the time was approaching midnight and he was already about to go home, as three men approached him with characteristic tissue bags, in which at that time the whole country was carrying clothes from abroad to the local market. They had to go to the suburbs - they were not greedy for the amount. In general, the thirst for profit so froze the driver's eyes that he agreed almost without thinking.
Further from his words: I planted them, I go, I have already gone to the district. Dark, around no soul and here to me it comes to me that I am actually alone, their three, to drive 20 kilometers more and as it was around no soul... I begin to think feverishly what to do, on the one hand, not to attract suspicions of passengers, and on the other, at least somehow to secure yourself, and so on. mobile was not yet, then decided somewhere to brake, so that at least someone remembered the car and passengers. Winter, night and no one... And here, o happiness, I see the car standing on the sidelines - there is no need to come up with anything here, I say, "the guys need to stop, maybe help is needed." I stop and approach. I see the wheel down. A driver from this car approaches me, takes a knife and says:
Sorry, my friend, it is my fault. No one forced you to stop.
Take off your wheel quickly.
So we approach my car: I and this guy with a knife next to me.
What remains to me
“Come out,” I said, “you guys have come. So said and so. Well, they calmly come out of the car, get their bags, open them.
There are two calves:
You come out of the car, take off all the wheels and load.
In the luggage.
In general, I brought them, they calculated honestly, without questions. And with the wheels in my luggage, I went somewhere a year later. I couldn’t decide what to do with them: go to the menta...What can I say to them? Looking for owners? Nor was it possible to drive...