In the pink times of my childhood, a batch of new Ikarus, long and original, with three doors and beautiful red buttons were brought to us in the city - you won't press, you won't open. Unfortunate passengers mastered this miracle of technology not immediately. Not that they were really dumb — just our Hungarian brothers shipped buses, in which some buttons did not work, and the other part did not always work. Even Einstein would be mad. I remembered a huge broader man who was unable to get out of his middle door. At the last moment, he realized that passengers were still coming out from the rear. How he broke! The crowded room was not an obstacle. The last troubled passenger just pulled out of the back door under his pressure. At that moment, the door, unfortunately, was closed. The bus went on, and the man patiently waited for the next stop at the back door. All this way he slowly broke over with the rest of the salon, he wrapped. At the next stop, the middle door opened well, but the rear door... The whole salon crumbled of laughter and immediately trembled – the man rushed back to the open middle. This time he is on a long distance. Many were angry and caught in the armor intentionally. When the bus touched again, the man left inside stumbled so that the driver through the entire cabin could hear him well. After so many years, I remember this shout literally: "I will cut those horns! I’m coming to you, you fucking fool!!”