I am going in the metro. The people are not very many - but there are, sitting places are all occupied - well, I stand at the door, with my back to those sitting.
There is an aunt sitting there. And, most importantly, he sits so cheerfully that he regularly punches me with the shoulder in the ass. and demonstrably. If I had an uncle, I would have been upset with him, and so, fucking, I think. I need to turn the matter somehow. Because the shoulder is tough, and the ass is soft and not hard.
And here comes a wonderful idea to my mind.
I turn to my aunt (and she is obviously so, glad to be calm), I bow down and quietly say to her ear:
"If you push me in the pop, I’ll worry about you."
Unfortunately, my aunt did not expect such a turn.
Thro the next trip, I occasionally turned around to see how and where she managed to pull so many shoulders at once.

c) Havre