There is a guy from work through the Park. Winter hours 7 PM (respectively dark). On one of the benches sits a group of drunken men, seeking to who would "localopts". Luckily for them (and for trouble my friend) his way as time passed by the benches...
- Man, you got a cigarette?
- Is. (gives the cigarette)
- And have a match?
- That matches.
Well - I think - carried like. Was just about to leave...
- A ashtray?!!
There is a familiar fellow, he realized, seeing standing next to a cast-iron urn, said:
- This will go?
Friend, the joys that still got off lightly, decided to do legs until they something else came up. But before he could move away and 3 meters behind heard:
- Uh, man, you forgot the ashtray!
At a meeting with him went the most healthy out of this "team", holding svezhevydoennogo from the land of cast-iron urn...
Well, I had to take.