From real life. My grandfather had a donkey. He had a character - he tied the cart to the donkey, he sat on the cart and went to the interstate road. And it was slow in the reverse lane. The policeman had warned him several times to walk in the right lane. This time the policeman comes by car, walking slowly next to the cart and starts shouting
- How many times have I told you to go right?
My grandfather does not even look at his face, as if they do not talk to him.
This time the policeman applies directly.
"Grandpa, I'm with you."
My grandfather looks at the policeman in surprise and asks.
- Are you talking to me, dear boy?
- Yes, yes, the policeman answers, repeats the demand to drive the cart in the right row.
This time my grandfather asks
- Boy, is everything normal with you? I'm just a guide. There is a driver, demand traffic rules from the driver.