I drive by car in town. He brakes the gaishnik, looks at the right and asks:
Q: Are these your papers?
I: Well whose is yours?
G: The owner of these documents is almost 30, and you are clearly under 18. You don’t look like photos in documents.
I... Seriously? This photo was taken after the driving exam. Stress, of course, anyone will get a few years, but the person himself will not change much from this.
Haishnik is silent and continues to watch me, then right. I can’t stand it and say:
I: And in general, I am a mother of two children sitting behind.
Here the elderly (4,5 years old) comes out of the chair, rises forward and says:
My mom is really grown up.
Q: How old is my mother?
I don’t know, but they don’t live so much.
After laughing, he let me go and apologize, and I, who still thought I was young, felt what it was like to be a 30-year-old woman with two children.