My grandmother 72, she was very active, began to learn English in the leisure, although everyone was joking about her. Two years ago she met a man of her years from Norway. He came to her once, but she did not introduce him to her family, afraid of ridicule. They got married a year later and she left. And yesterday they came to us: a sporty cute man, whom you will not even call an old man, a weight-loss, strapped, burning grandmother in jeans and a fashionable blouse, with a hairstyle, eyes shining, holding hands. He speaks English, learns Norwegian and travels. We sat for an hour and went to the museums. My mother and I were silent all day.
The logic professor goes down in the elevator, the elevator stops, the person who wants to enter asks:
Does the elevator go up or down?
The professor answers:
and yes.