I stand at a stop. Nearby is a buoy in the zero guy, leaning to the glass. He has a phone. The man walks in his pockets, not finding it. Then he pulls out of his pocket a light bulb, puts it on his ear like a phone, and says, barely whispering his tongue: "Alle... What? I’ll be... I’m okay..." Then he removes the light bulb from his ear, apparently notices that it’s not a phone, shakes it and says, "Hey, you’re not a phone?" He closes his eyes, opens it again, thinking that the light bulb will turn into a phone. Finally, desperate, he throws out the lighter.