All these little foolish fools understand...I crawl tired, barely alive from work, after getting up on the occasion of a broken elevator with four packs for a family celebration, my basket, which is not even close to the door - while I carry the packs - lining to the venue. I go out, I see that it is already ready to give the hole, I say: "Run, there is still a rotting fish down there for the yard cats, a couple of days you are overcanted" Oh, this horror in the eyes, PULE into the apartment, on the couch and half the evening licked my hands out...