In general, long ago at home there is a couch, not young enough, 15 years of him. And life shattered him during that time. For a long time I wanted to throw him out, and now there was an opportunity, a comrade came to help. This sofa, by the way, is quite dirty, and all in wool - people do not use it for more than a year, but it is used by a cat. In addition, there is no upper part (in a folded state - the back of the couch).

We take it off, because the gates in the entrance are very narrow. Below we meet a grandmother (well as a grandmother: 55-60 years probably, marathons she no longer run, but the statue is not like - a typical guard of benches).

The further dialogue:

B: Oh guys, are you throwing out the couch?

I: Yes Yes

B: Can you bring it to me? I live in the neighboring entrance, 2 floors.

I explained to her that the couch was all dirty (although this is obvious in principle), sold in places, and there was no back. Nothing, he says Well, okay, we have no difference especially, at the distance that before the washing, that before it to drag, we suffered.

The grandmother runs into the room, shouting, “Wait, wait, kids! "Well, I think I decided to somehow symbolically thank you, I mentally prepare the phrase "Nothing needs mother, health and poor you."

And then she goes out and handed us... a barrel and a brush, and ticked her finger, saying, it’s for the couch you’re standing for.

The degree of my swelling approached the highest score 0_o