I'm driving today in a bus, and here on the front seat next to the driver was sitting a booming look man. And the man, say, with such a "aroma", which immediately spread throughout the salon. 5 minutes pass, and the driver asks him to sit in the salon, somewhere further away. The man refuses, saying he paid and can sit where he wants. This is repeated 3 times with intervals. There is a girl sitting in the front seat at the stop. After a while, the driver stopped and cried:

It smells like you sit back.

Ten seconds of silence.

The red girl stands up and sits back.