I went to the band with my family on the weekend. We walk in the ranks, as suddenly comes a drunk uncle. Then D is Uncle, I am I.

D: Good morning I see you guys think... Help choose wine for my lady.

I: Well, let me help...what does she love?

D: Sweet and delicious.

I ran by looking at the label, noticed one, seemed to have tried *

I: Behold this one. It seemed like nothing... And the stock on it was 400 r, instead of 600.

D: What if it is?

I get a bottle for 700 rubles.

Noah, it is more expensive.

D: The price doesn’t matter. This is my lady! ☝ and️

If so, take it, of course.



So we separated. He’s at the box and we’re 15 minutes away from the store.



At the exit, after the cash, he stood with a guard and two policemen. The guard shakes the bottle for 700 p. and asks the fig you want to steal it?

And my uncle just raised his hands 🤷♂️



The price, he says, does not matter. ☝️*