We once with a friend went to the lakes (six, maybe, hours on the bus), the tickets were picked up at the last moment, and so it turned out - in different places of the salon. And next to my friend was a aunt, who for two hours told a friend on the phone how she planned to remove warts. I heard it in ten rows. The girlfriend polently asked not to have such intimate conversations in public - she was ignored. She wrote a note on the sheet "all got your warts" - it was ignored again. Then she called my number and began to tell me as loudly and penetratingly what this wart said. “Ir, here next to me is a woman sitting, get up, look, see? So on her right side a new wart jumped out, her husband noticed, and she saw herself only in the mirror, her husband held the mirror, and the mirror was small, barely looked at it!" This was the case when the whole bus really if not rotted, then crushed. Aunt cried, called her friend a ham, received dogs from other passengers. I remained silent for half an hour, then I picked up the phone again, and the Light called me again. My aunt didn’t even talk, she dropped the phone.