A few days ago, I was on my favourite mail. It’s been 30 minutes since I arrived. And here it is, the happy moment – I approach the window to pick up the package. And then in front of me flies a aunt, pushing me away from the mail worker’s window:

T: I was in front of you, I was sitting out there, let me go.

I: (feeling that her jacket is ice) you went in a minute ago, even the clothes are still ice.

Such an exposition she did not expect and with a burning flame in her eyes passed to the end of the line.

She probably used this trick often in the summer.