I came across the topic: How to influence people so that they don’t get rubbished? This is a serious topic, but here’s one of the comments...
...there was such an episode: I passed one day by the parking lot near the store, and I see an elegant female pen throwing a used kefir bag into the window of the front door that opened. Or maybe yogurt. Glass is toned. What is there, I don’t see. But I think that Tatiana was 50 years old. The life has fallen, it has fallen. I was very close to the car and leaned so sharply that I didn’t even notice. I pick up this bag and squeeze it back into a fast-closing window (electric lift). This pen begins to try to blow the bag out again, and I prevent it accordingly. Like in volleyball, approximately. Our bracelets meet! Only a package separates us. My aunt Clint. I understand by her hand that my aunt just doesn’t tell me what’s going on! A second, another... and all! Aunt understood, and the package went into the car. The window closed. I went on my way. I can imagine these Franks sitting in the car and looking at each other. I sneeze at their opinion, but I am sure that in their eyes I am a hooligan and a fool.