At the parking lot in front of the hypermarket, speaking loudly and aggressively with himself, a moderately drunk man, with whom the conversation could not be avoided, moved in circles. However, I try to treat such individuals with understanding, how do I know what his personal tragedy is and why is he exactly such? But the essence of the conversation I try to reduce to "State, you are drunk, you should go home". However, on the question “where do you live?” he thoughtlessly burned out with a confusing tongue “where the offended has a sense of a corner,” after which I hastened to retreat so as not to strain him in the face. Peter is Peter! =) is