Asked a friend to bring a huge, soft toy - a couch to the house of the Baptist.
We are not a peak hour, but a full flow.
And suddenly in the back of the jeep "Toyota" enters the "Dog"
A boy and a girl come out.
My friend is blowing out of the jeep... trying to say something.
The guy among them naturally just roar...
My friend seeing such a reaction, somehow softened, says:
Okay stop it. Everything is normal. Insurance will cover.
The man continues to shake his hands.
The friend:
Stop the car, do you have it?
The guy:
Oh, fuck her with it!! to
“Well, be a man, your car, the insurance is that you cry. Do not kill yourself that way. Let us not even call the goats. Let’s go, and all the business!
The guy at this time falls on his knees and begins to scratch the asphalt with his fists.
A friend, completely upset already, turns to a girl who surprisingly calmly behaves:
Girl, at least tell him. It is uncomfortable...
“You know,” he replied, “it’s actually my car. And I argued with him that if he strikes someone at least once a week when he is driving, he will marry me.