I have a very old grandmother who is really hard to live alone, so we took her with us, good, there is a free room. She is fascinated by wearing and constantly wears us all sorts of socks and shells. If the socks I was still wearing somehow, they are not visible, then the shirts to wear sought, to my brutal appearance bright woven shirts are not attached (sorry for the calambur). And so you got the locks at work, said 30 years, and you still live with your grandmother. I run a few miles in the woods every day. The thermos in the jacket pocket does not fit, so I take water with vitamins in a sports shaker, it fits perfectly in the pocket. Someday in a conversation with my grandmother on her question, whether I will not freeze in the winter in a light jacket, I spoke that I said no, I am running, I warm up, only the water in the shaker at the end of the run is very cold. I said and forgot. And here I am going to run on December 31st, and I can’t find the shaker. Grandma blinked and told me to look under the tree. And I find underneath the tree a favorite shaker in a cute woven checholique... Since then I have always worn grandmother’s shirts, and if someone dares at least to smile on this, will experience on himself what a heavyweight boxing KMS is, who loves his grandmother very much!