Today in the supermarket. A young couple stands in front. Judging by the loaded basket and the acidic body of the guy, they were stuck for a long time. The girl in severe doubts something quietly whispers to the satellite. Almost before the box, she suddenly confidently says: "Let me run away, I change," to which the guy, who has remained silent until now, answers loudly: "Anya, this is toilet paper, and I am deeply parallel to smell: an apple or a sirene!"