A friend who sells shoes tells me...

The grandmother walks, and the grandfather walks behind. Grandma says:

My grandfather needed some shoes in size 43.

I addressed my grandfather:

Here you choose. You can move...

I will not measure! says the grandfather.

But why? Here is a chair, here is a spoon.

I will not deserve anything! What are you bound to me? ! to

And irritated he leaves. The grandmother, who watched this scene with interest, says:

Why did you really stick to him? This is not my grandfather, my dad is sleeping at home.