I go in a car with strangers, took the site to knock off the road, I call my son to find out when he will be home, in the car the built-in communication set and sound through the speakers goes to the salon, at the end through a thunderstorm I hear "Daddy, I can't talk, I throw mints here" and the communication is broken. The guys looked at me so eloquently that I had to explain, my son works as an instructor in a parachute club.