I walked near the river in the bus a aunt with a folded hoodie and other stuff in a bag. And I stumbled on her all the way, and she became angry, thinking, apparently, that I condemned her for her unfeminine enthusiasm. And everything in my head was turning: "Normal spinning, a non-zinertial coil, with a haircut, a load, a hook-s-nook and a float. She has a spinning and does not flash, why live like that?and "