We live in an American town of medium size. We rent an apartment in a double triplex - three-storey building divided into two parts, and in each part - three apartments (one on each floor). In four of these apartments live Turkish families, religious Muslims, whose wives walk in hijabs. Everything seems normal, hello-hello, the relationship with them is good and it’t have been necessary to write this story, but recently, here’s what happened:
We bought a trunk 14 feet in diameter, put it on the backyard and told everyone that all their children could jump there as much as they wanted. Children are children of all cultures and ethnicities, and everyone loves to play, jump and run, so it would be blasphemous to prohibit them from jumping on our trampoline. Well, they, of course, dropped there with a bowl, all day there then jump, then play, then run - noisy, but fun, and our children are better, because playing has become more interesting, because the children are more. But at the same time, there is one problem: all these neighboring children are messing up. Leave the backyard fucking fantasy from sweets, empty bottles from underwater, popcorn, etc. My wife doesn’t like shit. The first day she cleaned up the garbage herself. On the second day, she asked the children to collect the garbage for themselves, but it didn’t work, so she and our children cleaned the garbage again. On the third day, the mother of these children asked them to somehow force the children to clean the garbage, but it also did not work, because each mother is sure that it is not her children who are messing up, but others. In short, talk to no one. Well, my wife was not hired to clean the garbage for neighboring children, but we do not intend to clean the trunk from there, as this is a good physical development for our children, so she, a free-thinking nature, found one very original solution. One day, she waited until all the Turkish men came home from their work and ate dinner, then put on a light makeup, dressed in glossy loins, in a laid-out maid on a naked breast, wrapped shoes on a low heels, and with a bag went out to collect garbage. She is doing sports with me and she has another figure, so it turned out to be very effective. Collecting garbage, she greeted the neighbors who looked onto the balcony and for most of the time she stood hip up in a very seductive posture - because the garbage on the ground rolled, you have to bend! For some reason, the Turks that day stayed on the balconies longer than usual and watched very carefully how the garbage slowly but confidently disappeared into a bag. Apparently, they were fascinated by this process (three times “ha-ha”). But most importantly – the Turkish women understood the hint that the garbage will be collected in such a working form every day and now, every night, after their children go home, mothers shout on the backyard like bees. They collect garbage, throw the trunk, so we have no more garbage.
Well, from all this an interesting side effect came out: the Turks took me so much attention! and :)