Two neighbors got to talking on the way home. Who would have thought, which will turn a conversation!

The website shares with the reader a personal story told by one author. Happened to my friend, then the text:

We approach the entrance. In parallel, man.

"Hello," he says. — Here, a piece of the yard blocked. Tomorrow is the opening of the kindergarten in our LCD. Journalists, they say, will bring. I hate them the goats!

Well, it happens. — All of us angry that. I, for instance, can't stand m*****in that Park on the island for pedestrians near our entrance. As this, white ugly Camry.

— This is my car.
I'm a journalist.

The silence in the Elevator was a little awkward.

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