Xxx: I went to the army in a plateau on a sidewalk. I was down, and on the upper shelf the grandmother was ugly. She said nothing to me, not even hinting how it was difficult for my grandmother to climb up, she went to the conductor, and she went to the lieutenant who brought us up. And all three came to me with almost a ride to say I gave up my grandmother's lower regiment. I was a little distracted by the situation, but reluctantly agreed, the more the lieutenant insisted a little. Since one hernia lower sidewear is not a gift too, especially in the compartment next to the door to the tampon (toilet there). Well, in fact, in the evening, someone of the passengers was drunk with wine, he became ill and he in an attempt to bring to the toilet covered his mouth with his hand and on the way the pressure exceeded and he bled all the place and her including. I’ve never been so happy with the upper side of the toilet.