Competition "How I Fight"

Sergei Petrov, author of this story and a disciplined motorist, took second place in the competition of stories about the fight against the bureaucracy, which took place on Polit.ru.
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The sign "w".

The state of the "swallow" was jealous. Once a year, undergoing maintenance before the inspection is a holy cause. Replaced oil, filters, candles, made diagnostics everything is normal. With a clear conscience, you can go to the inspection. True, the question tormented - why pass it if the specialists of the car service issued a positive verdict? But if it is necessary, then nothing can be done. He collected all the pieces of paper, insurance, receipts - all that is necessary and removed in the glove compartment - let them always be at hand. As the circumstances at work will allow, so I will immediately go to the technical inspection item closest to me. Circumstances allowed quickly. The day before, before work, he drove up to the long line of cars lined up to fulfill his car duty. The inspection was opened at eight, on the clock it was without fifteen. He asked the first in line:
- What time did you drive up?
- Somewhere about six. - There was an answer of thehand of a lucky one who headed a column of various cars.

I figured it - in two hours more than two dozen cars accumulated. Yes, tomorrow you need to drive up at six hours to manage before lunch. After lunch, blood from the nose, but you need to be at work.

The next morning, at exactly six, he drove up to the closed gate. It was already fourth. Fine. He spent time after a book seized with him. Periodically went to the sidewalk to stretch. It was interesting to watch the queue. Those who carefully wiped his rag and the already shiny surfaces of his favorite, who, opening the hood, meticulously examined the insides, trying to find any mess there, who, taking this opportunity, led a marathon in the trunk. Finally, the creak of the gate opened made revival in a bored queue. Three cars were launched into the territory. Thus, I am the first to get in front of the gate. This shows how the boxes of boxing and the first car rose - a silver ten leisurely drove inside. The guard at the gate gave me a sign with a hand that I could pass. He settled down behind the remaining two cars. It is necessary to describe a condition that was quite nervous. I am convinced that everything is in order with the car. But somewhere deep inside, a worm of doubt sits. What if something is wrong. After a fairly long time, the blinds and the next car rose, rummaging, hid in a boxing box. Ford picked up to me - the conveyor earned. Suddenly, from behind the boxing, a silver ten appeared and settled behind the Ford. The driver went out.
- What, something is wrong? - Almost simultaneously with the owner of Ford, leaning out of the windows, we asked the owner of dozens.
- Yes, nonsense. The headlights were not adjusted.
- Already did it?
- Everything is on the machine. Next to the exit from the boxes of the entrances to the car repair company. Two hundred rubles and in two minutes made adjustment. But again you have to show the car again.

The expectation has become more nervous - they are wrapped. So my "swallow" drove into boxing. He gazed, sorry for the brakes, turned on the far and close light, sprayed the glass, presented a fire extinguisher, a first -aid kit, a sign of emergency stop ... Finally, the technician in the jumpsuit made a sign from boxing. He came up. In the hands of a folder with a sheet of diagnosis.
- Unfortunately, you have not passed the inspection.
- What's the matter? I asked in a hoarse with excitement in my voice.
- The condition of the vehicle does not correspond to the designating signs.
- ???
- What are you stuck on the back glass?
- a sign denoting his studded rubber.
- And what rubber is worth?
- Summer.
- More explanations are needed?
- So now I’ll take off - a second business.
- Well, if you want to ruin the heater of the rear window, then go to. But I warn you that you need to shoot extremely delicately. And in general you delay me. We themselves saw what turn. If you want to undergo an inspection today, then go and wrap on the right on the right. They will help you there.
There was nothing left to do how to leave and call into the neighboring gates, on which the sign showed up. “LLC extern. Car repair. " A lively guy jumped up: - What is the problem?
- Here you need to remove the sign from the glass.
- One hundred rubles.
Of course, it would be possible to ignore this service, but it seems that it was necessary to comply with the rules of the proposed game. Who knows what else, “suddenly”, will be discovered. The boy, sticking out his tongue from his efforts, the edge of the sign was cut with a knife, picked up the sign and quietly separated its adhesive base from glass.
Having left the workshop after such a difficult procedure, he settled in the tail of the three of the three, already familiar to me. Like they stood with six in the morning, but not at the outer gate, but at the box. It turned out that for one reason or another he visited LLC extern. The re -arrival took place quickly. Without stopping, he drove to the end of boxing. The mechanic asked to go to the office, behind which was a senior lieutenant, who quickly issued me the desired, sealed certificate of the passage of today's procedure, and a sheet of inspection. Looking at the indicators indicated there, I was happy to noted that they are several times better than permissible norms.
Victory! The inspection has been passed, you can forget about it for a year. However, the victory is apparently not mine, but these guys. Here the figurative folk word is applicable: "shoes."