Recently an interesting story happened to me. I repair the car in the garage and a man approaches me slightly in a sneeze (and maybe even more) and engages in a dialogue with him:

Q: Do you repair it?

I am repairing.

After 10 minutes, he gave advice on how to repair, how with the guys they ran on such cars in the 90s (I have a VAZ 2108), what he owned himself for such a long time and blah blah blah blah, nonsense that I listened to in half a hole, and then asks, doesn't even ask, but rather demands:

Give me 50 rubles.

I: No, no is there.

M : Absolutely?

I : Yes!

Q: Do you live far away?

I: Yes so...

M: Go home and take me a puddle!

Here for a half-minute of such arrogance, I just fell into a stupor and looked stupidly at him...

I : No! I won’t go, I’m not sure.

M: Go check, I’ll wait here.

I said no and I will not go, I am busy, don’t bother.

M: Oh, I’m human to you, and you... looks like a normal guy, but in fact.

And went further...