Not so long ago I was coming home from the universe on a trolleybus. A heavy backpack full of books. The transport was quite empty, but all seats were occupied. Suddenly I felt a sharp discomfort and weakness. At the same time trying to remove the backpack from the back and clinging to the order not to fall. I turned to the person sitting in the nearest seat with a polite request to let me sit because I was sick. The young man sitting there exploded an angry and obscene tirade on the subject that just because I have a female reproductive organ between my legs it is not a reason for all men to jump off the seats when I appear and stand on the floor in front of me. And in general, men are more tired because they work, rather than suck all day. He had just begun to give an irresistible argument that he had bought the ticket for the same money and would therefore sit where he would like, as I was sick right on his head. And then I fell from above, with a book-packed backpack that I had already held in front of me at that moment. I’ve been poisoned, it happens. And the guy about the ticket is right, he bought it for the same money, but I think it is unfair to give me a place to him at that time would be cheaper.