Drunk driver, 12 -ton tractor and pathological family.

It will be long! History can replace coffee if you haven’t been drinking yet! Photo of the tractor and illustration of the place of action.

As I mentioned in the previous post, I am on vacation at my family home. This house literally stands “in the middle of nothing”. For illustration: 12 km in a straight line to the border with Belarus, and the nearest ladybug – 20 km.

Well, the day like every day, today tomato puree because it has already grown. It comes to 9pm. My mother went out on a cigarette, and I, sitting at the table, I hear such a “outbreak” like propellers. All in all, no wonder, because helicopters often fly above the border. Well, I leave because something is too loud.

What I saw: Mom is standing in front of the garage, illuminated like in broad daylight "Which chuj?" I took out from behind the house and I see a huge tractor all the lights turned on, the halogens on the roof. My mother shrugs because she doesn’t know what’s going on. I found that probably someone familiar (because what else?), So I went home, to the bathroom, because it is not to talk to me.

I only managed to leave the bathroom. Mom runs home, half bent, crying and screaming "God’s guy killed himself, fell from the tractor to head, he killed himself, they both drunk".

Oho. I told her to sit down, took the phone and call 999. The tractor stands where X half outside the driveway in the bushes. I see: the guy (G-Gruby) lies like a starfish between the wheels. At first I didn’t see him breathing, but later he started. It fell, at least 2.5m, on the stones from which the driveway is made. He was unconscious for almost ten minutes. The second (s) I only saw from the corner of my eye as a phone in hand goes towards the street.

  Co się stało jak mnie nie było? Mama:

She tried to wave and stop them from this collapse (for the Soviet infrastructure), they had not broken her up, she had to jump back. The tractor stopped. On the left side of G began to leave, but his leg stuck in the stairs and unable to keep the door, fell like a puppet on the head, straight on the occiput. My mother tried to support him, so she softened the fall, but she fell over herself. After falling, he did not breathe, she tried to resuscitate him. When she realized that S (the type ignored her screams and help) she is still inside and she could move and they both ride them, she escaped.

Okay, so an ambulance on the way. I said I would wait at the entrance to direct them. I stand there and 8 minutes later a car arrives with a squeal of tires

And here is just a firming. I shortened the dialogues, they are less chaotic, but every word that I wrote here actually fell.

The wife gets out of the car, the wife of g (Ż) and son S (SS) after whom he called instead of an ambulance ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ.

Ż (screams)-we take him (g) we take it, we must take him!

They already managed to raise G when I came through the whole driveway and a conversation.

Me – where do you take him? The police and ambulance are already going.

Ż – what? NO! Please, please, no!

I- what do you beg? They are on their way, he may have a stroke, fell on his head.

Ż- no, please! Don’t do it, please!

I (feeling that they will try to run anyway)- do what you want. The police are on the way, I have already taken a picture of the tractor registration, I will take your car soon and they will look for you. (Lie).

Ż- but how! What for? What photos? Please! We have children!

I don’t care. He should not get on the bike in this state! I patted her on my shoulder and went to wait for an ambulance.

I can hear that he speaks to my mother (she is still in panic, she barely breathes)

We will pay you.

Pissed off I approached and I ask: I-kom would pay as if they killed someone.

Ż-It’s not like that, the first and last time, I will pay, please, please

I left it and I stand at the entrance from iPoda street 4 cars (18 minutes from the phone to 999). They try to enter the property, but I stood in the middle and stare, I don’t let go.

The first passenger (P) comes out.

I- What are you here?

P – An accident was.

Me – a lady from the police?

P- We are a family xD

I- who invited you here? Here is a private property, gutters. (8 people in total, SS called them.) They try to get into the yard.

I- this is a private property, you have no right to come in here! And you SS, you have no right to invite you here !!

Wife s- "But there is no plate here that this is a private property!"

In the end, I told them to park on the side of the road and wait for the police (the energy of Chihuahuy is 1.5 m tall).

They killed a group on the other side of the entrance and I hear:
"The same again!"(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

The services arrived (they had a place to enter because I didn’t let my family) and what? He jerked that he did not want to an ambulance, he hid in the SS car and pretended that he was not there. The police stood here almost 3 hours.

How much did they drink? “Nothing” or “three beers”.

Who was leading? “Friend”. And so on.

Of course, the family was angry with us that we called the police at all. The second son of S is asking "What are you so nervous?"
But he closed when I said:
"I wonder how calm you would be if someone got into your yard and pretended to be a corpse."

And that’s it. Long and chaotically, I still have a telepie. The next day the police arrived to collect additional testimonies. Do you know what I found out? According to the law, the 13th drunk tractor is threatened with the same punishment as driving a motorbike, because it is also a motor vehicle.

Thank you for your attention. Both wives and families in general pissed me off the most. I will never understand Enabler (in Polish?).

Ps. On the second day in the bushes I found full beer in a bottle.