I have lived in France for a long time. My daughter-in-law works as a cashier in a supermarket. I told a story recently.
Imagine the end of the working day, a sea of people. It happens before the holidays, the people are full. In the line in the box stands an elderly representative man with a cart filled with food. Behind him - a young mom of years slightly over 30 with a daughter of 5-6 years. A little girl from the nephig makes the foot pins the truck of a man ahead. He naturally makes a note to the little monster and moves the cart slightly to the side. This ugliness, not thinking for a long time, turns on a man. That is, it begins to pin it naked somewhere in the area of the Achilles tendon. The man turns to his mom. The dialogue:
- Madam, please explain to the child that I am uncomfortable and hurt.
My daughter is 5 years old and she does what she wants!! to
A man pays at the box office, goes away and checks something in his cart. At this time, Mommy pays off, also goes aside and checks the cash check. In a moment of eye, the man turns out and... pouches a bowl of liquid on his daughter’s head (!) The honey...
Mother’s cries would be jealous of the ship’s sirene... A man addressing her:
I am 64 years old and do what I want.
The row was not a patchwork, it didn’t slip and didn’t fold in half.
Again she silently applauded.