I had a case with a Gypsies in my youth years. She worked as a salesman in the building department. A pair of crows flew, one of them jumped to me like, "but let me give you what gold I will take you all the trouble, only put it in the note." I have no money (90s and single mother). He said, “Take it in the box.” Do I have a “cash?” The box!” as a barrier to the whole store: "children, put at the box office who is healthier with a baseball beat, the Gypsies are stuck to us" - like the wind of the crows swallowed :)