So, imagine a semi-empty route slowly plotting through the streets of the city. At the stop comes a pretty, in my opinion, thirty-year-old woman. I will not describe her in detail, I will say briefly - everything with her. And after her, a man of about the same age jumps up with a large and, apparently, heavy bag. The route crashed sharply, and by inertia this man went forward to the same woman and stood on her foot. “Well, you’re like an elephant,” she said, “can’t you be more careful?” The man looked at her with guilty eyes and apologized. But she didn’t say, “I had to keep up.”
And then this man said the words in which he tried to put the maximum of pain and sorrow: "Woman, but you saw that I was not intentionally, especially that I apologized to you, well, what else should I do to make you calm?“”
I personally expected any response from her at that moment, but even me, with my innate cynicism and soldier’s rudeness, could not come to mind what a female mind is capable of. So are you ready?
What, get married to me.
The driver stopped the bus, and there was a grave silence in the cabin. Even the five-year-old girl who sat behind me and whispered something all the way, remained silent. It lasted for a minute or so. (I would like to note that there was not even a hint on the woman’s face at the time.) And now I can’t stand it anymore (well, how without me), I say:
“Listen, man, you answer something, look, the audience is waiting.
He looked at me, then all of us, turned his eyes at the woman and said:
I’m coming next, are you with me?
“Yes,” she answered with a loud voice.
and bravo! I shouted, and the whole route without any team began to applaud.
They really went out at the next stop, and I heard her hand on the exit, she said, “My name is Ludmila.”
The doors closed...