I go electric. A 50-year-old man is sitting in front of me. Shirt, trousers and tie. This is called “Middle Level Manager.” He gets an apple, eats, and squeezes the straw in the gap between the window and the seat. We approach the end. He stands up for the exit. Next is the dialogue between me (I) and uncle (D):

I: Have you forgotten anything?

D: No, and what then?

I: (I’m pointing to the bite) Why waste it?

Uncle immediately switches to supernatural intonation

D is Uber!

I: I wonder who?

D: I am a fool! Who are you to tell me? ! to

It turns and moves to the exit.

I take a bite... To be honest, the strongest desire was to push him that bite over the shovel. But he was in a tie, so with all the desire it would not work. But in his hands he has a leather wallet, which is so successful not stuck to the end of the lightning. I squeezed him in the wallet with a precise movement and dropped it at sunset. As far as I understand, he didn’t even notice it :)

On the one hand, childhood of course. On the other hand, it became easier.