When I was a student, I was taking lectures on a bus. Close, pressure, the crowd clamps from all sides. The driver from the front floor encourages to pay. Yale pushed his hand into his pocket, pulled out a handful of little things, counted, the good should not be held. The rest was put in my pocket again.

When I got out at the stop, I wondered where was the little thing in my pocket from? Jacket after washing. I put my hand in my pocket and there is nothing. This is such a story.