One day, my sister and I were driving home from one beautiful southern city of our country, not close, three days. Our parents, of course, thought of us in advance, and we got our seats from below, both. I was 12, a sister of 15 (I don’t know why it could have been without an adult escort).

And now it’s time for the road, we sit on the lower shelves, we wait for our neighbors to come, we’re ready to change, I’d drive up, my sister down (on the top she was always afraid). And then half of us.

A minute before departure comes 2 well very full women, "fat bone", kg of 130 each. “Yes, you both get up and we are down to get up.” Their tone was blurred and the sister did not like it (she decided everything. I have had 12 years of their great inclination. The demand was rejected, despite the further cuddling "the youth has gone", this warmed our rejection even more, this is a matter of principle!

In the end, we stayed on our seats and the aunt on top.

Everything would be fine, but every night we slept badly, afraid that the shelves would fall on us. The car is big, the car is old. We imagined that if the shelves could not withstand, we would be crushed. It happened, neither yours nor ours.

It ended well)