I passed a week ago on the right (myself). And yesterday, the first traffic cop got in my way. He waved his stick. I was agitated, stopped on the sidelines. He walks to the car and asks for documents. I’m serving. He tells me that I did not turn on the light and asked to get out of the car.
(I don’t know how to ride in shoes with a heel and slip out when I get into the car, put my shoes in the bag neatly and put the bag in the backseat) Since the car is not tinted traffic cop for all of this is watching. When I’m still wearing shoes and starting to get out of the car, the traffic cop starts to laugh nervously, gives me the documents, and says, all the same, the women are fools, “Paul washed, slippers took off, forgot to turn on the light. The main thing in the car is not inherited. Go, come on … ”
When I again began to take off my feet and again climb into the back seat, he could not stand it at all and said, would you at least not shove shoes in the back, and then this look, this look. And laughs. I went, and in the rearview mirror I watched how a traffic cop in half-bent state was either crying or laughing …
