- You to whom? - Liza asked haughtily, although she knew me very well.
- Lizaveta, can I go through? Maria Grigorievna was already waiting, probably. After we finished the rehabilitation exercises and agreed on the next visit, I joyfully jumped out onto the frosty street. But I was happy early, because behind the threshold of the entrance was a veil of snow! Having put on the hood, she ran to the car, and flopped down on the seat, put the key in the ignition lock, and ... Nothing! My old lady did not even sneeze! I got out of the car frustratedly and began to look around. And then I stumbled upon the sign "Pharmacy".
There is nothing to do , I had to run there for help. Behind the counter was a handsome guy who raised an eyebrow in surprise, hearing my request to help with the repair of the car.
"Of course, I'm not a mechanic, but I can see ..." the guy smiled. After digging for a few minutes under the hood, the stranger spread his hands:
- Well, I could, helped ...
- Oh, thank you so much! - thanked her savior, and then jumped into the saloon and left.
I was so happy with the warmth and the fact that I was going home, that I did not even notice how ridiculously I said goodbye to the guy from the pharmacy. After all, I do not know what I would do without his help. After three days I had the same road to the patient's house. Fortunately, the door was not opened by Lisa, otherwise I would have blurted out anything about rudeness, and so on, she would have answered me ... So we would have quarreled word for word. And then Maria Grigorevna would have refused my services, and I would not like to lose additional earnings. In general, the day was excellent! Yes, and the weather was fine: bright sun, creaky snow underfoot, sparrows chirp ... Lepota, in a word! Imagine my surprise when I came to the door of the car, I could not insert the key. Approached by the passenger, but there is the same devilry. "Yes, what is it?" - she thought in her heart and looked hesitantly at the sign of the pharmacy ...
I'll have to go again for help to that cute guy. It's a shame, but I did not even ask his name the last time.
After trampling at the door, I went to a glass partition with a window.
"Err ... Hello." Do you remember me? - began embarrassed.
"Of course, I remember," the guy nodded. - You still broke the car ...
I did not understand the last sentence. He argued or asked? In fact hardly could know, as this time I have come to a drugstore not for medicines.
- Actually, yes, the car broke down ... Oh, by the way, I'm Lena's name, - I smiled. "You will not help out this time?"
The young pharmacist raised his eyebrows in surprise.
- Are you sure that you need my help? I already said that I do not know much about cars ...
"And yet I do not have anyone else to turn to." I do not know anyone here ...
"All right," said the boy and took the sheepskin coat. - If there is no one else, I'm ready! He smiled enigmatically, and we went.
On the way to the car the guy said that his name is Seryozha, that he lives in a neighboring house and works at the pharmacy from Monday to Friday seven days a week. I did not attach importance to information about his working schedule. Well, he said and said that here, in fact, this? Having driven around with the locks, Sergei ran to the pharmacy for some instrument, and when he returned, he opened the ill-fated door without any problems.
- That's it. - The guy shook his hands and looked at me curiously. "Is there anything else I can do to help?"
"No, no, thank you." You have helped me out so well! Bye!
I got into the car and, stroking the retreating high figure of my new acquaintance, suddenly thought that it was somehow strange: my car breaks down in the same place. Still, it's good that this sympathetic guy came to the rescue, and I did not have to die from the cold in anticipation of the tow truck. All the way home I remembered Seryozha's laughing eyes and a mysterious smile. And why was he acting so strangely? Yes, and dedication to the personal schedule also caused surprise. Well, okay about that. When it was time for another visit to Maria Grigoryevna, I somehow scented with my favorite perfume, and, coming out from her, got a shine and drove the brush for a long time on the lips. The mood was high, I wanted to sing and dance. Was it the fault of the wonderful weather, or was it just for some reason that the spring bloomed - I did not know. I approached the car with some fear, because the double dorsal breakage in the same chat room could not help but suggest that there was something wrong here.
When I did not find the keys in my coat pocket, I thought a little. But when they were not there, and in the purse, which had to be digested from top to bottom, - was really frightened! "Really lost? But where? "To tell the truth, in my heart I was glad that again I had to go to the pharmacy and ask for a favor. Seeing me at the door, Seryozha smiled happily and said interrogatively:
- Again something with the car? Guessed?
- Seryozha, it's just some kind of mysticism, but the problem is really in the car again. I can not find the keys ... My hero once again volunteered to help me, and we went to find the missing keys.
We went around the car, five times, and went to Maria Grigorievna's entrance. Nothing! We decided to go back to the car and look again. Walking around, Serezha took a wand and carefully started scraping the hoar frost from the windshield.
"Looks like I found your keys," he told me cheerfully, and added: "Just do not say that you accidentally forgot them in the salon!"