I go to the store. It is cold. A female athlete runs. It runs well enough (which is important). She compared to me and ran on. Suddenly, I hear something scream. I look around and see the keys. I say loudly, girl, you wiped the keys. Zero reaction from her side. I came and picked up the keys. He cries after me, he does not hear. I tried to catch up, but where I, the old man at 42 years old... can’t, generally. I stand, hold my hands on my knees, breathe, watch how beautifully the girl runs away from her keys. This is a guy, 15 years old. I think I have seen and heard all this. He says, let’s catch me. He gave him the keys, he caught, he gave. I bought him a chocolate.

All are happy!