A large supermarket in the province, never elite. Half an hour before the closure, naturally, only two boxes work, in each longer row. But there is nowhere to go, the people are silent, not roaring. In front of me stands a creature, as it seemed to me at the time, very conditionally male.
- pink T-shirt "in the shirt", narrow jeans, a long painted forehead, glasses for half-face. A guy rides a cart filled with "Yaga" and beer, and continuously ticks on the mobile phone.
We go to the box office, the guy puts all his alcohol abundance on the tape, gets a penny, and here the strict girl the cashier ticks him an ad: say, we do not sell alcohol to persons up to 18 years of age, show out-the-box or step away unfloated bread.
The guy does not have a document, of course, he discreetly proves that he is soon 19 years old and in general this is all empty formality and the like.
The cashier is unwavering like the silk, no passport - no beer. Actively pay attention to their conversion.
And here the girl lights up. He turns to the second cashier (a very gentle lady of 25 years old), who just behind his back serves the second row and asks with a thumpy voice:
“Marine, tell her that I’m already 18.
Marina said, “I didn’t look at your passport, I don’t know things. Walk away from here.” What the guy immediately, without thinking quite loudly stated:
Oh yeah, and then I’ll attract you for shit!! to
The line froze, Marina became like a beetle, Miss relentlessly counted the surrender, and the guy, more precisely the Man, victoriously departed, and no longer heard the replicas of the aunt from the line: "Molodec Marinka..."