Hour of Pick. Terrible weather, snow falls, traffic jams, at the stops, the routes have nowhere to climb. Our route of battle. Despite this, the driver is in a good mood, benevolent, correctly calls each stop, but there are no exits and we are quite actively moving forward.
A man with a girl in the back seat. The driver calls the stop, the girl screams - we go out! The car is embedded in the row for parking, the driver with great difficulty finds a place to stop, stops, asks who wanted to get out? After the pause, the girl claims that she made a mistake with stopping. The route, cramped by buses barely breaking through the road, spent ten minutes of precious morning time. The people stumbled. The couple laughed.
At the next stop, the situation repeats. The girl says she was joking. The couple twists with laughter, passengers are outraged - everyone to work, the driver tactically silences.
Through the stop, the hookouts get caught up for what to go out. The girl asks to stop. The driver announces a stop, slightly slows. And when a guy and a girl start to get up from their seats, touch and comment - I joke!
A pair with open mouths sits under the rust and hand-blowing of passengers. They were released at the stop. The girl offered not to pay, but the guy decided not to risk when he stumbled upon the disapproving eyes of the men sitting at the exit.