I’m in the bus, a grandfather and a boy 8-9 years old sit next to me and weave corn sticks behind both cheeks. After a couple of stops, the package with the delicacies is empty and the boy stretches it to his grandfather. He begins to fold it and put it in his bag. The boy, not long thinking, decides to wipe his sticky hands on his pants. The grandfather shouted angrily:
What are you doing? The unconscious!
All passengers turn their heads for a few seconds. The boy gets lost and becomes red. Then, with an outraged whisper, he said to his grandfather:
Am I unconscious? Why are you ashamed of me in front of everyone?