Case No. 1832

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On a bright Sunny day, not far from the busy city Park at the kiosk with hot dogs was, to put it mildly, a full man in a plaid shirt. In one hand he barely held two double hot dogs, and the other, stuffed in his mouth all that was left of the third. Passers-by involuntarily on the face appeared the smile of such ungainly proportions of a citizen, who famously dealt with the hot dogs. Short legs, big shoes, hanging on the belly of a shirt, curly hair developing. And of course a mixture of ketchup and mayonnaise around the mouth.

– Buddy, looking at how you brutally dealt with the last sausage, we can conclude that they once greatly annoyed you,-the voice of a middle – aged man who came to the kiosk very well dressed and decently trimmed.

– Yes, there was one story in my childhood I got a hot dog without the sausage, ' said the fat man.

– Good to see you, Wrapper, in good health. You must have forgotten we agreed to meet at the restaurant. Why fill your belly with hot dogs before a feast?

"Come on, old man," the fat man answered again, wiping his napkin, " if I hadn't been on my way to the restaurant by now, this kiosk would have made a sales plan for me a month in advance. And I so lightly to break up, come on, you guys have probably gathered.

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