Because of the lack of light today without a hairstyle and almost without makeup and I have a bad habit of throwing the little stuff on the bag so that it then has to look for a very long time. Big bills are enough.
I’m in the bus, in front of a man with a bombarded look. I begin to look for the little things. I crawl through the entire bag. I found half a penny. I don’t like changing on the bus. I found. After a few stops, he looks like an oligarch to me. I do not understand anything. I try to return. He tells me, I see you have a problem with money.