I go out of the supermarket, all with bags, hands busy. As it drizzles, the rain begins. While I am painfully thinking about how to get a umbrella, there is rubbing and cotton over my head. I raise my eyes with an umbrella. Such a big man. I turn, behind the owner’s umbrella. Also large, male, with not at present a good look and a quiet, polite voice, by which he asks quietly and politely:
To help you?
I sneeze, he loads his bags, gives me a umbrella, and we get to my house. He brings his bags to the apartment, carries them, and is already about to leave, as I see that from one of the bags he dirty his hands. I invite them to wash. And I have water constantly accumulated in the soap, soap scratches. So this man washes his hands, pouches water, gets some strange passages, breaks a hole in the soap machine, polishes the edges and, polished, goes away.
Damn, even offensive - how many guys there were before, like smart, and herself is not stupid, and until such a little thing did not think about it.
Man, if you are reading this, let’s meet at the same place, at the same time, any day of the week.