So I’m going on a trolleybus today, not the most crowded, but I’m standing.

There is a woman of indefinite age (40-55) but clearly not a retired woman and clearly with a pronounced menopause.

I stand near the free seat, because I understand that sitting in the trolleybus is not suitable for me by age and gender. This madam cries me off and shouts (I’m not joking): Where you go, but now my place has been ceded to sit down. Well, we are not proud.

But more amusingly, she raises her face on me – than the face of a bulldog and speaks.

- What do you say you are standing here, you are bothering me (I’m just shrinking from this), well, I’m moving away a little.

And then she begins to get upset that smells of cigarettes from me (Yes, I smoke, but I will not accept without a filter, dressed clean and clean and did not drink for a long time)

And here’s the grandmother, I’m silent because I don’t want conflicts, and here’s the conductor. I pay for the trip and this damn woman looks out the window.

The conductor goes on through the cabin, but I stop her and say

The woman did not pay for the trip.

Everyone who was around smiles, the conductor approaches the female, and is paid accordingly.

Her look full of hatred was simply invaluable and raised my mood for the whole day.