Something is wrong with this world...

There is a girl standing with me at the stop of a punk-looking girl: a haircut, a piercing in the mouth and ears, the shoes are heavy, in general, like from an incubator. He is stuck in the book, sitting on the backpack, ballet. A grandmother with a hyperactive grandson is announced nearby, it is visible that she is already tired of him, and let all her dissatisfaction break down on the girl. The bus arrives, and from the grandmother and grandson there are only memories and a packet of chips left by the boy. And here’s this punch... stands up, picks up the package and throws it into the garbage, then returning to reading.

And then the woman who stood next to him breathed, "What kind of world is this, where people hide, and punks clean?"

Z is.The girl was reading the gospel.