I go to work by bus. It was hot in the morning, I was driving the condos to turn on. But the window doesn’t open because there are two grandmothers under 60 who are BALLJ D U E T!
A mess begins, one part says that it is dull, the grandmother says that it is blowing. And then the third, sitting a little further away (dressed slightly better and older, over 70 but not scratched) opposed with a fairly clear voice. One phrase literally:
- "Let the cows be silent, people are sick, be patient. Open the window"
This is how to get old!
But the question is, do they have their hierarchy?