I remember now - the beginning of the golden autumn, in September, the birthday of one of our lovely friend daring company. We arrived at the bar, sat and mocked (vulgar jokes "on the verge of a decent" learned from them), and a decent drink beer. It must be said were wonderful times!

Time with nice people in a comfortable atmosphere runs quietly, somewhere closer to midnight came around and began to gather in homes. I do not remember why so late decided to go by public transport, perhaps closer to the bar was this stop, while a taxi still had a decent pass. Especially when we came out of the room, then to a halt, to which the hand was filed, went transport.

Sip of fresh air and take the first steps, I realized that I drank well ... But I have not crept into the trolley and went, though not quite confident. I went back to the area, looked around. The resulting picture was satisfied - his back to me, somewhere in the middle of the cabin, sitting just two men. Having collected all the balance of a fist, I paraded to the top of a trolley bus: there was a lighter, and a driver's cabin closer, you never know what drunken comrades nights may seek adventure.

I think I took more than confident when I rocked a few times and then you can refer to the rocking while driving.

Sitting comfortably on a seat near the window, where touching two window frames, and conveniently going to attach my tired head, I notice a strange circumstance. I put on my cape somehow gray What color goes gray: a diverse and versatile Instead of blue, which was naturally. I've even had jerked toward the exit, as I decided that someone else wore. But looking more closely, I realized that it is still my cloak, he is dressed SHYVOROT BUT TO inversion !!!! Ooooooo ...... What can I say ... Perhaps under other circumstances I would have died of shame, the more there is to know personally my pad .... No, nice color, but it is so wrinkled and chew that simply horror - always hated this cloak for it! He is seen and felt at one point I remembered all at once.

So what do I do? I sat quietly, take it off, and dress up turning back. Still, I put my head to the vending place on the window, and apparently for the duration of disables, because I come to myself already for two stops to home. Transportation is empty !!!!!!!!! The food alone, not counting the driver. Thoughts come not funny, is somewhere half of the first night, our area at this time empty, and even after I stop immediately DEPOT .... Just do it !!!! Also it is necessary to the critical situation arises when I can not even stand up for yourself !!!! The remaining distance to the exit I focus and try to breathe deeply, to at least a little airing.

Thank God, the trolley stopped and even opened the door !!!! I slowly walk up to the door, trying to respect the commitment gait, if I may call my exit. And then ... I cling to something on the last step and fall .........

What do we see? I'm on my knees right beside the middle door, rather than on all fours. And I do not know - or laugh or cry! My first thought - tights gone !!!!!! Pancake! I continue to stand, hoping that the driver did not have time to notice this quickly and now leave out of my shame. But he did not leave. I continue to kneel. It takes quite some time, my thoughts finally joined the slender ranks and I still decided to get up. Well, what if he sees my face, and then the opportunity to know me, do not freeze to the ground!

As soon as I showed signs of life, he closed the door and went in DEPO. Before I got home without incident.

It is a shame to me? NO. I laughed all the morning and then, remembering the moments of subtlety, and then told their friends. Now, if I put the collar and other pieces of clothing often, then there would have to be thoughtful, well ...

P.S. And what is most interesting - tights remained intact since I did not "sliding" on the pavement and fell exactly vertically, but my knees ached for a long time, than be reminded of an amusing incident.

Yulia Zarembo