I was driving from work in a trolleybus and a guy was sitting in front of me. I got the phone, I called the number. “It started,” I thought.

Here is a bit annoying when you go a little quietly, and somehow someone is discussing their problems on the mobile phone. But this guy was just a unicorn.

He put on a loud connection.



The phone he held maneuverably, with the tip of his fingers, like the devils from a television advertisement hold a bottle of column or some candy.

Hello my cat! The guy said.



I was driving, listening to his conversation with a girl and glad that I was going out soon.

Cat, I am now with the boys. I’ll drink a beer and come to you.

The girl answers:

Just watch, don’t drink too much. Maybe you won’t get anything like last night.

And shrugged the straw.



The guy suddenly turned off the phone, turned red, pale and dropped a bag with some pieces under the seat.

The trolleybus slowed down, and I got up from my seat to go to the exit. The guy looked at me badly: did he hear or not?

I have heard, my friend! You have tried for it yourself.



I pointed to the bag he dropped on the floor.

Something seems to have fallen, I say. Nothing that doesn’t happen to anyone.

And went away.