Yesterday I drank a little vodka with friends and decided to continue in the fresh air. Going for a walk, I decided to take away garbage, so to speak, to combine pleasant with useful. Not finding the home of garbage bags took large from the supermarket. I will specify separately that I usually walk in a classic costume. And here I go to myself through the dark street to the point of the meeting, as two bodies are clinging to me with a loose walk. Although, in principle, I am not a fool to give in the mouth, something at that moment kept me from rushing to unleash the conflict. This resulted in the following dialogue:
Will not smoke?
and no.
* pause * apparently loading the conversation program
Give the packages!
I had to give without dispute. They say there is no service in Russia.