Friday evening, I come home, I get out of the car, I suck the GPS navigator in the

The pocket was left in the car...

I go into the entrance, with the drunken youth I get into the elevator.

The guys discuss something fun, press the button, the elevator closes and

It touches me, it notices me:

What floor do you have?

And in response from the inside of my jacket GPS electronic voice and reports:

Communication with satellites is lost.



The guys trembled for a moment.