I go on the bus at the pre-last stop the door opens the people leaving "SKOTOVZ". The doors are closed, touched.. meters two as behind a scream was spread - SAYED JOPU PRICHEMIL... Ahahahahahah I look and the truth behind the aunt pound under 150 with the bags is pressed... the brake doors are opened, the aunt rolls into the car... Further she goes to the driver’s cabin, opens the fork and let’s shout the same phrase with a good mate – WHY did I JOPU PRICHEMIL say??? The most interesting thing afterwards was the driver’s aunt.)