I remember the flight bus Kyiv – Hannover. I left Kiev at 6 a.m., I broke up after lunch and went to the toilet (I don't really like to do this in the transport, so I tolerate it until the last). I go to the toilet, or to the place that is called the toilet: the ceiling is made so that a person with a height above 190 cm can not approach face to face, because the ceiling is steep with a scratch to the side of the glass.
I go in and think, pigs are people. Everything is broken down - and the chair, and the floor, and the walls, and even the matte window above the point. Taking the hand for sustainability is not for nothing. The cape. Once you come, you have to do something.
I approach as close as possible to the toilet, turn the upper part of the body back as much as possible to get to the precious hole, and in such a ridiculous posture I relax the muscles.
As soon as the process went, our driver, this bunch of hundreds of horses, began to make a maneuver of overtaking. The bus jumped to the side (it took me back), then to the other side (it dragged me forward), then it pushed on the gas, then... In general, I dropped the fence, the floor, the walls, and even the matte window above the toilet.
I came out of there with the same thought: what kind of people are pigs...