I work for the city. In the morning, three years ago, a colleague picked up several employees on the way to work, and in the evening planted them in the same place. Every employee knows up to a minute how long the car will be and where it will sit.

A couple of weeks ago the first snow fell and a colleague was five minutes late on the usual schedule (strong snowfall with rain, slurry, traffic jams, etc.).

Arriving at the stop where the chief accountant is waiting (a little such a woman, 180/100 +/-) sees that she is bending and crying. Already in the car, she told the story, then with her words:

at the 7. 23 you are not at the stop, well, nothing happens, I wait. In about two minutes I see your car, but you are in the left lane and for some reason you are driving up to the light. I run to you, and your front doors are closed, and I try to open them a few more times. The window opens and a woman is sprinkling me in the eye with a balloon.