I went to the Big Village this morning. I did not feel good, had a very bad night. Yet something told me to go…
I took images of Pyaterochka the one in this article:
One of the local cops went by and he waved at me as I was taking the pictures. I waved back, I have been stopped several times in the past by him and he is a nice guy. Then I drove farther into town and went to Magnet to shop. I would have gone to Pyaterochka without thinking, yet after the bull yesterday, I made a deliberate detour to Magnet. Bought what I wanted and was standing at the back of our Volga and the cop I waved at earlier pulled up…
He got out and had a folded up plastic wrapped papers in his hand!
полис (policy) – This was after a few weeks ago…
He shook my hand and I was standing kinda flabbergasted. Thanked him and he went to work…
Somehow and I will not question how and why, but the cop who took my policy paper for insurance must have decided that he better figure out how to change what he did….dunno? and don’t care enough to pursue it….as my grandma would have said, “Don’t look a gifted horse in the mouth!”
Hmm….this was after Svetochka and I had just solved the problem yesterday when I was in town and had copies made of files of the insurance papers. Yet this is the original and just is much better yet…
The young cop who saw me taking pictures, ran to the station and grabbed my insurance papers and found me to give it back…
That was when I realized what happened. Everyone knows me in the Big Village. I am the crazy American who loves Kommuna the smallest village around. Someone in the police recognized my name and knew me and someone did the right thing and someone, someone, someone…..you know? I said to myself, “Self maybe the one who did the nasty deed whom was from Ryazan and maybe….Maybe he got in trouble?
I just love Russia and yes, even when the bad egg pops up once in awhile, there are lots more good eggs in the basket…
WtR