The case was 10 years ago, I just bought my first car - the "eight". I went to skate with my brother and his girlfriend. But apparently when B.G. gave grace, I stood in a line behind the chopsticks. The result - after another fall on the knees, the right knee began to relentlessly squeeze and swell. My brother and his girlfriend dragged me to the car, where I decided to drive in the trauma myself, because the swollen knee did not hinder the pedal. We drove, we arrived. In the evening, light snow, there was a snow-white BMW with half-down glasses and a couple of smokers inside. I park next door, brother and girl out through the passenger door, open my own and pull me under my arms, because I could not walk at all... The look of people from BMW I can still not forget)))))