Re: Detectives are joking
The airport. On the side of the steering track, an aerodrome worker with a regular oblique-lithuania mowing grass near the signal lights. A boring fine rain pours in, and a man throws a black raincoat over a tent. Mows. At this moment, the Yak-42 is taxiing for take-off along this very track. Uncle departs by 15-20 meters and stands waiting. A hood on his head, in his hand a scythe. The board rolls by
the airdrome friendly waved the plane, wishing him a happy flight.
Walkie-talkie pilot:
- Dispatcher, tell your mowers: let them even put a scythe, while our passengers did not jump out through the emergency hatches!