On Friday, at the end of the school week, I go on a bus, I sit in the front, from the edge, according to the ticket I bought. Drive for another 2 hours. According to the tradition, passing by some village, the driver stops, and drives the left passengers, cleaning the money to himself in his pocket. The bus is full and there are no free seats. A familiar character breaks into the salon - a fat grandmother with bags and a cart with a red evil face. He wants to give up his place, says the young man, stands. I show the ticket I bought in advance, I offer to show her my own. To my person fly standard curse and threats. Grandma stands up over me, protrudes a bubble, bends her hand in the elbow and hangs a bag on her. The package contains ice milk in a soft package. My grandmother drove this bag on my face, allegedly by chance. Please remove the package, replies "I am standing, I don't bother anyone, I don't like to get up alone, and I will sit." Silently I stretch out the jacket, and pull off the cardigan a bullshit from the eye. I send a stick to the grandmother’s bag and ask to remove it again. The face of the grandmother is distorted by the grimas of horror, the ridiculous look changes into a look full of despair and suffering. The grandmother’s mouth opens, and a scream comes out of it, “Good people, what is it doing! This shit did not give me a place, the foods want to ruin!" The grandmother found like-minded people, and a chorus of shouting voices joined her whisper. She suggested to the passengers, “Don’t be as bad as I am, give up a place.” Everyone was immediately interested in the unique October view from the window, and the grandmother came out at the stop.