Discount...Sales...I decided to walk with my daughter early in the morning to a large center, until the people ran. But we were not the only ones who were so clever - the first store, where we went, had a dozen more couples like us, mothers and daughters. In the middle of the shopping hall there was a column of about four-to-four meters, as a result of which the relatives, rushing between the stands with hangers and looking at the attractively cheaper clothes, were constantly losing each other from sight. Then there was a long cry of a child: "Ma-a-am". And all the mommies immediately let go of the hangers, raised their heads and began to look nervously in search of their child. It struck the complete resemblance of the entire composition with cattle and calves that graze on the summer lawn.
Separately delighted the optimistic inscription on the T-shirt of a deeply pregnant tired saleswoman: "No one knows who will be the next Bond girlfriend."