I watched a funny scene. He drove from the airport of Barcelona to his Palau and accidentally instead of the highway C-32, which goes along the coast, he drove on the C-33 - it goes to the mountains. Well, left and left, not scary - there you could get to the turn on Mataro and return to the S-32.

And on the S-33, unlike the S-32, a slightly different payment system was adopted. There as in parking: when you enter a paid zone, at a special point you press a button, you get a cardboard ticket. When you go out or come somewhere, you put a cardboard ticket in the machine, the amount of payment is charged and you pay as conveniently - in cash, with a card. The system, in general, is understandable and something is difficult to confuse there: when entering the machine one healthy button, and until you take the ticket, the slugbaum will not open.

I go to the cleaning points. In front of me a blonde on a cool Mercedes cabriolet. She stops in front of the machine and falls into a stupor. The blonde expects there to be an alkaline where to put a card of paprika. But there are no algae. There is a button. According to the idea, if a button, then it needs to be pressed. However, pressing is scary, or suddenly something will explode.
The blonde is afraid. I and three or four other cars are standing behind and mindfully trying to encourage her.

Finally, the blonde decides and presses the button. The card goes out.
The blonde cries out of horror because the card came out very unexpectedly and could get in the eye. But the card does not make any attempts to attack her, so the blonde calms and starts sharply. Not taking the card. Because the daddy told her that no checks needed to be collected. This is a check, a paper.

Shlagbaum does not open. The blonde brakes in front of him and falls into a stupor. She pressed the button. The shell had to be opened. He did not open. So something broke. Here is misfortune.

The blonde is sad. From the accumulated cars in different languages, drivers and drivers say: "Take the paper, fool!" The blonde does not react to this - to see, does not know any foreign languages. Or just not paying attention to the wicked people who so disgustingly chew on the cracks and wreaths. She is sad and missing her father.

Finally, one of the employees of the terminal draws attention to this mess.
He goes to the machine, gets a card and tries to give it to a blonde.
However, when the card was pulled out, the shlagbaum, of course, opened.
The blonde turned her head to us, showed a “fax” with her middle finger and striked the gas sharply. Mercedes escaped in the blue.

I really wanted to go after her and watch a circus with horses at the congress, where she could not even pay without a card, but had to turn to the sea. Other drivers have it.

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