In all its glory, my gallantry was manifested as a child, when adults for some reason left us and a friend alone to wait for the sanitary and instructed to give the sanitary a bottle of vodka.

The sanitary technician comes, and he is... a woman. Although we were children, we realized that this is how to give a lady a bottle of vodka is not a comilfo.

So we found my grandmother’s coat of snails for sewing, got the beautiful atlas tapes, tied the bottle with a luxurious band and handed it out with all the respect possible.