Riding on orders, while the partner unloading the goods, I was sitting smoking in the car, where I watched the whole picture. The kiosk to which we brought the goods was directly at the tram stop. Nearby, metpaX in the 50s was a semi-podial institution with the proud name "Stopka", in the common people called the gender.

Here I sit, I smoke, I see how a menta "bob" enters this "restaurant", from there the mint comes out, the driver remains in the car. The sergeant repaired the cartus, and went down to the same stack. A minute after 5 comes out, but no longer alone, but he leads some grandfather, well-suited, grandfather does not resist, goes calmly, gradually.

Here they approach the car, mint opens the "house", trying to get the grandfather there. My grandfather said, “Your grandson, you see, I’m old. Come first, lay out your hand.”

Mint jumps up, does not have time to turn, as the grandfather quite sharply clamps the door (for those who do not know, it does not open from the inside), knocks a fist on the board and with a loud voice says, "STOP!!!"

The driver without a back-thinking begins to drive, the grandfather sits quickly in the upcoming tram and drops down.

Within 15 meters, the bottle brakes, the driver falls out of it, in terrible seizures, it rushes, barely adds to the back door, opens.

I thought that now my grandfather will be a huge wreck... I was wrong, the second mint was broken no less...