I don’t know how funny it is.
Older people will smile.
There was a way at the time to leave by train when there were no tickets in the box.
You pay the driver and get into an almost empty car.
I think they had an agreement there.
But not in my case.
The conductor placed me on the top shelf in his coupe, saying that I was the second conductor.
I treated it lightly, but in vain.
The conductor was drunk and slept, and the passengers demanded heat.
And then I melted the oven, spread tea, stood at the stops with a red stick and thought what I was paying for.