It is difficult for teenagers from Europe to travel through America: some do not settle in a hotel, don't rent a car, everywhere a "responsible adult" is needed. So when my son and his friends decided to go to a gaming club in Los Angeles, they had to take their mom with them. No, at first they didn’t want to take me at all, but hoped to persuade some older brother or younger relative. Yes, there are no such fools to spend money, holidays, and nerves on 17-18-year-olds.

They decided to fly without transfers to Las Vegas, rent a car there and go to LA and on the way to stop for a day in Death Valley. Arrived, rented the largest 4x4, as all the boys from 195 to 203cm in height. I wanted to see Vegas. I was already fortunate to admire this luxury made of plastic, so I immediately went to the outskirts to the supermarket to shop for a trip. We agreed to meet at the Venice Gallery. At the appointed time I will come and wait.

In "Venice" on the first floor are arranged channels, they float gondolas, and gondoliers ride customers and sing Italian songs. There are luxurious shops on both sides of the canal. And on this day, some temporary pots were attached to them, from which young sellers are trying to squeeze cosmetics from Israel to passers. Beautiful female girls, prominent guys, talk almost without an accent. Smiles to the ears, and despair in the eyes. Buyers ignore them, and the elderly senior manager turns his gaze.

I stand, wait for my guys and sympathize with these inexperienced sellers, because our children will soon start looking for work too. Feeling the diaper, the sellers leave their pots and just attack me: one is trying to move bags with samples, the girl starts rubbing, such as:
Have you heard of nanotechnology? We use only environmentally friendly nanotechnologies. Look, it’s written 100%, and it shows a scroll on the box.

But he surpassed everyone in an impeccable suit with a butterfly. He stumbled before me on one knee, took my hand and began to rub into it an unknown fig, from which the skin glittered like the feathers of the Hot Bird. Then he said that he wanted to determine my age, for which he got a spleen and looked carefully at the bags around his eyes (yet, they didn’t sleep for more than a day). Defined seven years younger than it actually is, ha-ha. Then skillfully whipped some cream around one eye, causing the skin to swell slightly, and the wrinkles stretched. For a long time he showed me the difference in the mirror. Then I began to forcefully squeeze into my hands the banks and boxes, accompanied by explanations and intriguing slogans. Two for the price of one, one as a gift, just for you, and so on. For eight products "total" $790, but from personal sympathy 750. Oh we escaped. This is a lot for a expensive broken brand, considering club discounts, but it is not even in the price.

I kindly say thank you, not need, and put all the nits back on the bowl. And then the shy unfortunate young man instantly turns into a chagrin, begins to pierce on me:
- I fell on my knees before you, took my hand, whipped an unknown fist, looked into the lump, determined the age, killed the cream, demonstrated the difference, now you are obliged to buy!
Everyone is boiling, not knowing that my young basketball players have already come, standing behind him and watching the trade process with interest.

Blinking the son (and he is not the healthiest yet), he takes the hint, takes a step forward and slightly embraces the shoulder of the shy seller. He asks loudly, with feeling:
Did he get on his knees before you?
Yes, my son, it was visible to everyone.
And took his hand?
He took my hand without request.
And an unknown spell?
“Tyral, the son, probably poisonous, still shines. And under one eye, too, thirsty chemistry, as much as half the eye floated.
"Mommy, honestly, don't be ashamed, maybe he, God give it, and the age determined you?
Yes my son. He said loudly, everyone heard it.

Well, and, looking at the seller, now you are obliged to marry her.
He looks around, sees everyone else, begins to blame something. Then the second guy, the healthiest, embraces him on the other side, and looking from the top down, calms:
Don’t worry, it’s Vegas. Go well, let’s go right away.
And an unexpected warmth in the voice:
You will be our new daddy!

How he fled!