About the stereotypes.

I recently visited my sister in Dublin.
On Friday evening, I went with her boyfriend to skip a glass. My sister had other things to do, she said she would come and take us.
We went well, and I with my 1.90 height and 90 kg of weight went anywhere, but her boyfriend with a height of 1.75 and weight, in the eye, 70 kg, apparently in vain tried not to lag behind me.
When the sister arrived, the boy was left only to bear. Seeing such an affair she gives me the keys to the car, like you are already going, and I go to the toilet and to you.
I carry out the body, literally on my shoulder, and I see — next to the car of my sister is a police car, immediately two police officers and four pieces of some little ones, disassembly is going, but for now on words. And here I am, with my body across my shoulder. I pushed past them, polite, “sorry, sorry” and as if I had forgotten where I was – I opened the right front door, I put the body there, I closed the door, I sat back. We sit and wait.
I hear — it’s been quiet, and the police and the minors are just staring at us in stupor.
It comes to me here. I go out, pull the body out of the wheel, move to the left, place, close, say to the police, say sorry, a Russian tourist, confused. Those rubs, then they say:
We thought so.
- That is, - explains one, - it is all around when people are driving drunk and it is bad. But when we saw that you drove the body in full shutdown, we decided that only the Russians could do so.
What to do? Usually the bear carried us, but today he is waiting at the nuclear reactor, to drive no one.
They barely hit, rushing again.
Here, a sister just appeared, saw all our company, asks:
What have you already done here?
We reassured her, said everything was okay, said goodbye to the police, one noticed, looking at his sister, that, said, you have cute bears. Tom is separated.

These are stereotypes.

SJ