Another introduction to stupor.
The story was in the late 1980s. I walk on the street, very young) I chew gum and try to learn to blow out bubbles. Nothing goes. I go, think of something my own, concentrated. And I feel that it will work out now. Only I literally gathered, at this moment some sad young man approaches me with a question:
Can you tell me what time?
And I am all, I am already in the process. In short, the scene, I look at it and slowly blow out such a luxurious bubble! My joy has no limits! I try to remove all this from the face and still answer, but the young man did not wait, said even more sadly "thank you" and went somewhere in his affairs)))