A couple of weeks ago, I decided to go to a bar with friends for a weekend. They sat down, ate, listened to music and went out to smoke. And we have to say that the jackets we handed over to the closet, which is in the tambour, where the guards are standing.

Well, in fact, while I stood in the line, comes out of the bar madam in a state of moderate alcoholic intoxication. He walks toward me, bends to my ear and says:



- Young man, there, that is, in the toilet blurred



I thought at first that it was a claim to me, like I was blasting the whole gallon with the roots, and I answered something of the class, I am not me and the hut is not mine. However, she needed me to clean it myself or call a cleaner.

Only then did I catch that I was dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, like all the guards nearby. After my phrase that I am not working here, she, in my opinion, even turned red.



And it would be nothing if, after I told this story to my friends, I didn’t start to be notified about the state of all the sortings in the district, such as: “Friend, I’m calling you from the McDonald’s toilet, here everything is normal, it’s not blurred” or “Base, it’s Third, the point in the Zodiac Center is not removed.”

Clowns are not chosen, they are appointed.

I am standing on a spring night stop, waiting for a road trip.

The place is crowded, the center of the city, a lot of people, routes of all kinds too. People stand unorganized, who where, you do not know where.

Here my route approaches, but it stops, passing from me quite so forward. I chase her, and then from all sides to her and pulled an empty people, pretending to just wander in the streets.

As a result, while I drove to the road, there was already such a crowd of people. And all this crowd with me stands right in front of the car door.

I tried to move a little to the side to free the passage for the outgoing, but stood right in the puziko of the tall and thin uncle who had just arrived. I froze in place.

It was a disposition, a set, as they say now. So here is action.

The door opens and out of it comes a tall, beautiful young man of thirty years. He gives his hand to a charming young man in a leather mini jersey, with thin legs forever long and roughly the same red rose in his hand.

The girl carefully relying on the knight's hand (the spikes opened the curtain over the secret length of her legs), goes out, the knight turns to the car with his back to continue along the route.

And then he leaned his left side on me, confused in the bubble of a fat man standing next to me and trying to free the passage to an elegant and very beautiful couple.

“Yes, you’re here, you’re not here because of you, you’re here because of you. - commented a young man familiar with the rules of good tone, my location on the globe of his life.

With these words he calmly walked around me, for it is clear that I could not hide the entire horizon of such a beautiful man.

“How polite you are,” I told him. And she gave her hand and did not hurt me with a good word.

You got me, you got me, you got me! There was a pretty gentle man who was ready to hit me with his fists.

You are talking to your wife! I said, and quickly jumped into the road from sin away, confusing the words "Virgo" and "Woman" from fear.

So are you married? - I heard a shocked cry in the open door of the bus while another lady with the cats entered.

The door of the router was blocked, and I was able to see in the cabriolet's viewing window how an angry girl dropped a beautiful red rose on the educated face of the secret lover of the Adjutler from all the extent of her charming pen.

I didn’t want to, honestly.

If you are insulted, humiliated, beat the offender with a spade on the mouth!
Well Dad! I am a girl!
You can take a pink.