From Japan:
After work, we sit in the cafe, rest, drink beer. No one else in the cafe except me. Two girls come in - not beautiful, but terribly cute. Sitting at a table in the corner. Order - half a liter "Absolute" and juice. We are in the rain...

It passes two hours. The girls are already good (ordered a few more times). Like any drunk man, he speaks in elevated tones. It turns out that one was dropped by the boyfriend (Ania), and the second (Natasha) husband filed for divorce. Plus a lot more. At half ten the girls decided to take the last one. Money was not enough. A wide gesture calls on the waitress and we order another two hundred on the track. The girls looked at us, but they took a drink. Honestly, we didn’t get along with them. So felt...
After ten minutes of drinking vodka and Natasha approaches our table in a very curved course and begins:
Thank you guys for what you gave.
Not for what.
I’m sorry you and I have an anxiety.
Well I understand.
The next speech leaked from it, which is called from the depths of the soul.
You guys are pretty, of course, but whoever needs me so much - I can neither cook nor wash. I spend all my money in the shops. Last week the car broke down... (more in the same spirit).
At this point, Anna goes:
And I can’t sweat too much...