Speaking of adventures on wheels, I was reminded of something I witnessed the other day.
You see, the sun and warmth that we've been experiencing in Moscow makes me a crazy happy person. Others it just makes crazy.
There was a woman driving down Bol'shaya Liubianka, one of the major radial prospects leading away from downtown (and I use "driving" here as a relative term, as the street had become a parking lot) who made me wish I had a pair. This is how:
She drove up near to two policemen who were having a smoke, and called out her window, "Please, can't you do something about this?!" She gestured at the traffic jam.
The policemen laughed. "What?" They hailed her over.
She pulled into the side street and started explaining about how late she was, she needed to get...
And that was when she fell out of earshot. And that was why I wanted a pair. If only I could have stayed there and listened, I would've been so well entertained.
A prize to s/he who best reconstructs the end of the conversation?
4 years ago
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... laid.
And so the police officers took her into their squad car and they all lived happily ever after.
The sad thing is that I was going to say the exact same thing. Damn singularity!
an abortion.
You guys are diiiiiirrrty.
Pat: And she needed to rush? She must have been right on the border of passing over onto whichever trimester where it's no longer allowed...
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