History One boorish Which peck All the shuttles!

At the bus stop in the minibus was thrust aunt age era of developed socialism. You know, a series of the most terry: across a wider muzzle red eyelashes disgusting-whitish color with a permanent half perhydrol, a couple of warts in the most unfortunate places and commanding voice asked:

- Driver, which is this bus? I Boulevard XXX doedu?

After receiving an affirmative answer (to go there it was 7-8 stops), the aunt was stuck in a minibus and started immediately.

- Driver, I'm at a reduced

- Young man, open the door, very hot in the bus

! - Woman, I do not need to put your foot bag! - Man, shut the window, it blows! - Mother, take the child in his arms, I'll sit down! Well, what you paid for it ?!

- Girl, enough already to talk on the phone! Why should I listen to, who you slept there ?! (By the way, they talked about some tests and summaries)

- The driver is still far to go to the boulevard

? By the time of 7-8 stops bus managed to drive a half, but the carrier was found quickly:

- No, I have already arrived. Who will be your boulevard. Moreover, bus actually drove up to the boulevard (but not to).

- And what do you, before I could say? I asked! And this monster was to squeeze the exit. After destroying all goodbye, especially forgetful driver's eyes, her aunt went in silence. Silence This, however, did not last long - three seconds. When the carrier closed the door, he tore a standing ovation, as if just successfully landed the plane in Hurghada. I wonder how many transplants it is still needed?

: Storyfo.ru

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