A familiar filmologist told how he seriously thought about buying a car:
I go from work, it is already dark, and the road runs through a bridge over the railway, and here a pitbull runs in front of me without a lead, without a dwarf, and runs on me intentionally. Not to say shrunk - over time, some pofigism is developed with regard to dog aggressiveness, but stressed, one thing at work and a completely different meeting here. How many aggressive dogs I have seen in my age, so I know - an aggressive dog is also stupid. It is not in vain that psychologists say that dogs of combat breeds produce exceptionally dull cowards to compensate for their fears with the help of a dog, so it was not a surprise for me and the end of our meeting - an unbalanced dog a meter before me makes a crash on my foot. What people do not do in such a situation and pin and beat dogs, or rather try to get into this whirling dentistry, and if the internet is also read, then the hands in her mouth can be pushed - I have seen such individuals. In general, there is a complete anarchy in determining who is the chief master of the situation and a person rarely comes out as a winner.
Years of work were not in vain, while the dog tried to intercept my pants and at the same time the leg was more comfortable, I leaned to it and took my back legs. From surprise, the dog let my leg go, which was necessary, well, and then it was a matter of technology, like an Olympic hammer thrower, I threw it through the bridge perimeter down to the railways. I didn’t have time to translate the spirit and tear off the trousers as I see a second completely identical pitbull rolling out in the same place. And not less aggressively plotted on me, well, the method worked out - a moment and a pit in the flight. Two such meetings in less than 15 seconds. I don’t know why I decided to turn my head back in that direction, I turned around and what I see is a third dog running on me. Here I really stunned and it was a sinful thing to think that it was time to get involved with drinking - so I didn't drink, and even thought that maybe it was the same dumb dog running around the circle at the speed of Carlson. I nervously started throwing a cigarette and staring at the starry sky dreaming of a vacation.
Then he rolled out - a teenager, dressed as "there is no boomer money, even if I will buy a shovel," tastingly kicking on the asphalt, the young man with a whispering voice asked if I had not seen his dogs - three pitbulls, or they had gone somewhere. The subject is done, and the bridge is high - sorry the poor. So I understood that it was time to walk until I killed anyone.