This morning I felt like an anecdote hero.
Remember the old one:" Man, why are you scratching the spots? It is up!"

So here I go to work, to meet my grandmother-objivnik. And on her legs she has blue bacillus (here is a clinic nearby). I met my grandmother and I said, “Baby, you forgot to remove the batches.”
She raises my eyes full of hatred and says: “I have not forgotten! That is what it is!"
And I see, her boots are shredded, new. It is dirty on the street.

My grandmother gave me the morning.