Today I go to work in the subway, a man enters the car and starts selling a figure scissor for cutting vegetables. especially insists that, say, dear hostesses - now you can easily cut salads and children and yourself, carrots, apples, cabbage, chips even yourself without flavourings, as said all this will be useful for your family and children. Cut the carrot and so on.
There is a mom around me with two or four years of age. The girl stopped asking for drink and roaring, and listened to all this panigyric of fresh vegetables, opening her mouth.
The man ends up and goes to another car.
The girl resolutely:
“This uncle... everything he said... I don’t like it!