I call a taxi from home to the garden on Sunday morning. I rarely use a taxi, but my wife from the morning on the car has already rushed into this very garden. Girl controller protaratorila: Grey ten, the number is like that, in 5 minutes leave.
I go out, I sit down.

My grandmother is driving. Welcome to “Welcome!” Immediately we settled, we talked. In retirement for a long time, taxes the first year, from my husband got the car, before I did not trust. They talked mentally. Arrived at the gate of the garden, cost 70 rubles. I pull 100 rubles, and the grandmother instead of giving me a cake! With a potato! I agreed, of course. She removes the cover from the pot (!Then he pulls and stretches (hand in bag) a stinking cake, straight hot. I go out, bite... And something so sad (although not to regret) grandmother. As she turned, I decided to brake her. I stop, I run to her.

Cake is waste! Can you buy it all?

“Oh, son, forgive me, but I just got on the line, I need to get enough for all the customers.