I take the tram in the morning. The phone rings.
This is a courier, from which side should I come to you?
What a courier? (I don’t expect any courier if anything)
Well the delivery.
Delivery of what?
- I don't remember shats, I'm screaming behind the wheel, I can't read what you have there exactly.
and yes. The direction approximately? How lucky you?
Well the goods.
and clearly. You are wrong, we are not waiting for delivery.
- You know, if you refuse the goods, you still have to pay for delivery.
We are not refusing! We did not order!
– Girl, let’s tell you better which side is best for you to come from? Why? ) And we’ll get there... I’m going through the crossroads... PUB_BOM_SHUM – fuck, I got in the car crash because of you!