I’m in the store today and I’m buying chocolate. The grandmother of God comes and says to me, "Our granddaughter, please buy me milk, there is nothing to eat." Well, I felt upset, of course I need to help the old man! Seller Kiev, ask for more milk. My grandmother said, “Choose what you want.” She said to the saleswoman, “The best and the most expensive for me!” I’ve blunted, but okay, let it be so. Kiva seller, what said let us which grandmother chose. Here the grandmother said, "Oh, granddaughter, and you can have more water, or I want to go far, I want to drink." Okay, let there be water. Grandma ticks the seller on a 2-liter bottle of fanta, the seller gives her it. Here the grandmother opens her huge bag, in which I see a bunch of food: some bulks, cheeses, sausages, vegetables. He throws milk and fanta into the bag and silently evaporates, not even saying thank you, leaving us with the seller in mild confusion.



Judging by the packed food bag, I wasn’t the only one who regretted the “unhappy” grandmother.