I remembered a moment from the gym. He worked with iron in his youth. Worked drunk, not professional, of course, but tried. Young and stupid. Actually a moment. In the middle of the training enters the room a girl, all so cute. And our comrade, Statue is not offended, let us stand before her. It will pass, and so on. Then he loaded the strap on the steam straight under his limit. At that moment, give god the memory of about 250 kg. In front of her! With a grief and a cry, he took the weight, proudly looked around and went to us. After 15 minutes comes the coach (he is the master) – “You guys, it’s quieter. Then the girl approached and complained that some sweat man was following her and whistling under her ear.