I went with my wife to a tunnel car. On Sunday evening, the head is already boiling poorly. My wife is driving, I am in the passenger seat.



We walk through brushes, at the exit we are waiting for a man who wipes all the cars from the drops with a cloth (slip, old microfiber). He walked through the windows from the driver’s side, very carefully and diligently.



The wife decided to thank him with a small note, but did not have time to do so - he has already finished with her side and slowly goes to the passenger side (to wipe the car).



My wife handed me a bill for an employee and opened my window with a button on her dashboard (important, for example). I am not moving at this moment and I look straight.



Suitable for laundry. It dies for a second. And with confident movement begins to rub the glass. Which is not! ) Lightning fails with a hand with a ugly cloth inside the salon and tastingly wipes my face with it :D



I’m not sure who snorted at that moment more – his fear was not weaker than my stress from a face-to-face!