The acquaintance removed an apartment in the ordinary altitude on the outskirts. There was a rookie aunt working there. Capturing several sections at once, she exemplaryly and with impressive power waved with a butt, then a spade, playing to move the garbage tanks and, it must be admitted, kept the courtyard in envious purity.
And my acquaintance was scattered and, like many intelligent people, completely innocent in his hometown. That is, the paper clearly flew in the direction of the urn, but almost never got into it. And then one day he went out to smoke on the balcony, thought about the eternal, and automatically threw the hose down. Six in the morning. It shines. the countryside. Silence, rare cars and no human signs.
A few minutes later, a bell ringed at the door. Surprised the chicken opened the door and stumbled by a huge dark figure. The figure humorously said, “Good morning,” and stretched a fresh bowl in a clean plastic bag. A friend timidly took a bag and shouted, “Thank you...”
"Next time - without a bag and in the ass," said the figure and went on his business.