As in an anecdote. I sit in the morning behind the wheel, Senna, the lightforest; I look in the mirror and chest curls. I think, of course, what other drivers will think: "Look, the grandmothers, all off the hands, do not look at the road." Of course, I look around at the neighboring drivers, and what do I see first? The guy is sitting, putting his left hand on the steering wheel, and he shaves his right. I scratched the lower jaw and driven by a trimmer somewhere behind my ear!)

In general, my soul was so relieved, I and the hair, and the lips painted...)))