I recently saw a picture on the bus:
I entered the bus characteristic of such a foolish and unnoticeable grandmother. They sat at a distance of two seats from each other and the bus touched. The guy immediately picked up a banana, from where he heard a characteristic metal a couple of meters around him. The people were unhappy with him, but remained silent. My grandmother’s phone ringed. She raised him, listened and started. Orthodoxy! Loudly and loudly shook the bus with his screams. It lasted five minutes. Then he got up from his place, approached his grandmother and said:
– Grandma, not or... I don’t hear music!