So many posts about aggressive grandmothers have been written, but such things have not happened to me personally until today. I pulled my brown body to open a hospital. In the best traditions of the genre, with temperature, sickness and cough. In the hospital, everything is as usual: "I just ask", "and I already worked" and so on. Five with him, it’s already customary. Next to the clinic there is a food market. Once I went by, I decided to buy some fruit on the way back. I bought two packages, I’m in stock. I still go to the stop in the stalls, putting the bags in the store. I put the packages almost from the edge so that no one would be disturbed. The tram went right in front of the nose, so there is no people around. A grandmother sits on the bench. Close to my bags. Moving seemed somewhat ignorant to me. Here my tram runs, I take the bags in my hands and here on the whole street whisg grandmothers type save help the robbers and all that! He beats me in the hands, whispers. I say that she is apparently confused and I try to pick up things, but the show continues (the people who have accumulated at this time are watching, another couple of aunts are also starting to make a noise. I try to prove that things are mine. Thank God, the man approaches and asks everyone to be silent. She asks my grandmother to name what is in one of the packages. Then he asked me about the second package. I tell you everything in detail. Grandma begins to cry again, but my bags I already confidently take and show the named finishes, hurma, mandarins. Fortunately, the tram arrived quickly. I thanked the man for saying. Until now, I am confused about what I am going about: and if this uncle didn’t approach, how would I behave in such a case?? to