The city bus. At the bus station in the bus comes a tired man-driver with grabbles on a long slide. He sits on a free seat, holds the grable in his hand, the cradle is located vertically. After a couple of stops, a woman enters, stands next to the man, although there are free spaces and grabs the shirt. Further, the bus brakes sharply, the lady flies forward by inertia, the man gets a slide on the forehead. The woman indignated:

I thought it was a mandate! I put it here, you know.

The man looks up, calmly and somehow doomedly says:

Just like my wife. She will crush herself, then strike on me, and even on the forehead can crack.