by Baklažančeg:
The store. There are a few boxes... The ranks are very large and here a blonde with her husband and child stand behind me... But here, by a lucky coincidence, the neighboring boxes begin to work (she had previously been closed). And the wife goes there... Taking the line and raising up her right hand turns to her husband with the child and turning only the brush shouts... Sasha go here, Sasha... The husband slowly approaches her. He was not so loud to her, but everybody heard: "Dumb drop your hand, I’m next to you..."
The line just cried...the cashier couldn’t even give the check...