I walked with my son in a wheelchair. On the way, I went to the tyres, pumping the wheels. While the young master was crawling, the older master entered the room, looked at me, on the wheelchair, at his son:
Did they come? The young man laughed.
- Yes, the runner-up scratches on the wheels, the right wheel dredges (I estimated a joke)
The eldest smiled, took the oil and tools:
A man like this (he turned to his son) on a faulty car to chase! Well, let’s see what you have there.
Something stumbled, somewhere fell.
This is like a new one. If so, go back in the spring. The car needs to be guarded and repaired in time.
The son whispered something in response.
They didn’t even pick up the wheels and wished me a good mood.
It does not drizzle and does not scream the wheelchair, thank you to the master, +100 to him in karma.