A familiar therapist told me.

He was on the bus to work and was only thinking about how to buy a cake with kefir in the store.

And here’s his stop, he tries to get out, but he’s beaten down by the grandmother, who jumped sharply from the seat and pushing everyone away and all flew to the exit. Such a force will probably envy the tractor, dragging a 152mm haubice during the war.

My colleague, after recovering, goes out and goes to the store and then to a reception at the clinic.

And now guess who was his first to the reception with complaints and stones about how the body hurts and she barely reached the clinic.