She returned from work home once. The bus was filled. And so every day – I’m used to. I climbed inside and took up the handrail. A weight girl sat next to me. She read the book and looked at the landscapes outside the window. At the next stop, a brazen bribe came to the bus. She began to splash everyone and speak roughly – even with children. Good manners did not even smell.

She pushed everyone with a knuckle and sought to get into the middle. A woman got up right beside me. She looked at all the passengers and decided to cling to the weight girl. – Well, young people. Look, leaned into the book so that the elderly woman does not yield. And you stand here with bags. No respect! – You don’t see that she is in a position? – she stopped for the poor old woman. – She is what, the queen? We were all in position.

The field was born – and then went to press wheat. And now it is possible to sit down only to be too much! And here the old woman could not stand: – Well, once in the field gave birth, then you stand on the bus! All passengers almost fell from laughter. The old woman, of course, is a great respect for such a logical solution to a senseless situation.