I have a friend who once lived next to a psychic. In the morning, at seven o’clock, under his windows passed the grandmother with her milk (a small town) and shouted, “Who has milk?” And in those days, when she didn’t come, the psyches replaced her, shouting with a choir “Who’s Milk?” And when they were tired of it, this very friend took over the matter, who, rushing out of the window, shouted the promised phrase ;DD