To derive from the state of balance and adequate perception of the reality of the ordinary perfect person, it is sufficient, sometimes, elementary politeness.
At first, the waitress was in the cafe for a very long time, and surprisingly, she adequately waited for me to pick up a dish, and also served sweets. Then in the bank all explained and patiently counted a bunch of money paper. The decisive blow to reality was a closed store in which the seller helped me choose the cheapest milk, and even wishes good luck, and still smiled, and gave me a bag. And in general, I pursued a ton of smiles all day. Totally wasted.