Stereotypes are surprising.
I am standing at the window, eating a mandarine, watching cars ride on the road. I live on the second floor and everything is relatively well seen. In front of the house on the other side of the road stop, at the stop "parked" municipal bus. It is permissible, t. This stop is the last on the route and people rarely sit there. Except on a trolley bus that runs around. Standing means eating, looking from the neighboring house goes a girl to the side of the road with waiting to cross the road to the stop. In terms of 20 years). At least in the form of clothes.) I thought "probably on the trolleybus ran", then immediately "other... doubtfully... will stand for a long time... probably on the river went, or in the private sector...". At this time, the girl ran through the stop, approached the bus in front, pressed the "button" at the driver's door, went in, laid the bag, removed the jacket, looked in the rear-view mirror, "chested" with a couple of hands on her hair, sat in the driver's seat and left for work!!! And I kept standing and watching and eating a mandarine!!! to