March 14, 2016
I was crossing the street when a stranger suddenly grabbed my arm.
I asked him what the matter was.
“Look who’s parked on the crosswalk!” the fellow says.
I saw a paddy wagon parked there.
“What of it?” I asked.
“What don’t you get? He’s got big eyes. He sees and remembers everything. You can’t walk in front of a police vehicle.”
“How should a guy do it?”
“Only around the back! You don’t want him to catch sight of you just like that. If he gets his mitts on you, you won’t cuss your way out of it.”
He and I walked around the back of the paddy wagon.
“Now that was the right way,” said my savior. “Always do it that way, and good luck will be yours.”
So I don’t know about you, but I now look to the future with optimism.
Translated by the Russian Reader. Photo courtesy of Minval.az