The Automotive Forum

The morning is 8.45. There is a man (for sure) at the exit. You could go around and go. I go out, I approach, I ask, man, how are you? In response, I hear the waiting and breathing "yo. your mother, p.n.h". I take the belt and push it slightly to the side of the sidewalk. Sliding three meters (also on four) he parked parallel to the sidewalk while mounting his head and tapping. Comic and sad. Sitting in the car in the depths of my soul, I thought of the “happy man.”
Of course it is ice.