Are they working?
I (thinking that it is colleagues at the factory who decided to dismiss it) - I work.
So they sat down!
I’d rather wait for the bus.
You would see their eyes.

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My acquaintance stood late in the evening in a jacket and a shirt at the bus stop (waiting for the bus). Next to her brakes a expensive car, the glass descends, and a man sitting behind the wheel asks her:

How much?

She with a simple eye, having understood the essence of the question in a different way, looks at the clock and answers:

half the eleventh.

The man waved for half a minute, after which he escaped in the car beyond the horizon.