Early in the morning, the bus is full of people, everyone is in a hurry - who to work, who to study, the grandmother will go to the stop, looking like 70 years old, a little under the closet, approaches a young girl, and let her rub the usual theme for grandmothers - youth, books do not read, does not want to study, does not go to the library, etc., only sex in the mind.
Then a great silence,
And my grandmother says:
Even though it’s not bad either.
The bus lies.