Yesterday I went home from work. Near the entrance is a lumpy mayor. Standing on the sidewalk. On the one hand, you can pass, on the other, you must pass. There are two men at the entrance, talking. I fit. Whose Mercer? One of them grills him.

I: Don’t put the car that way. They can throw something away and then you won’t find who did it.
M: Yes to Noah.
I: I have had it!
M (with sympathy in the voice): Did the car crash?
I: No, I dropped it and did not find it!
The round eyes.
I go up to my sixth floor, I look out the window - there are no cars =)

Jr. Minsk