A friend’s story, followed by his words:

It’s a good sunny day, I’m out on the street and here they hit me, you won’t believe. Local grandmothers, the same ones who sit on the bench near the house and watch everyone. It turned out that this is what a wise man dropped the garbage bag from the window and he very successfully flew through the territory, as a result of which an independent council of grandmothers came to the conclusion that it was me. A shocking response followed. You haven’t been putting rubbish for five days.

How do they know! ? to