I used to ride the metro once. There are few people, but there are no seats. So, at one stop in the car enters the old-fashioned grandmother, and one healthy ambal immediately offered her his place. And here begins the nuclear threshold: this grandmother does not have time to sit down, like some hopeless peeling almost without teeth, twenty years old, standing at the door, splashes on the place that has just been released. It was impossible to describe the face of the ambal, it had to be seen, but the grandmother stood up over this guy, and said, having endured the grandmaster's pause: sweetheart, you are what, oh*el? It was not only spectacular, but also effective, the hopper quickly retreated to the platform!

Bigel