Kitobdan sitatalar «Куда ты пропала, Бернадетт?»

The drivers here are horrible. And by horrible , I mean they don't realize I have someplace to be. They are the slowest drivers you ever saw. If someone is at five-way stoplight , and growing old while they're waiting for the lights to cycle through , and finally, finally it's time to go, you know what they do? They start, then put on their brakes in the middle of the intersection. You're hoping they lost half a sandwich under their seat and are digging for it, but no. They're just slowing down because , hey, it is an intersection.