I sit in the student dining room. I see one of my friend’s tables, I decide to sit down with him. I go through the box office, I approach the table, I load food on it from the bowl, I bring the bowl, I return, I sit down, I eat (please pay attention to the number of my actions). Somewhere through my thoughts I notice that my friend is trying to smoke a piece of chicken in his plate with a spoonful and a fork. A young man, in the best houses of London and Paris, eats chicken with his hands. It was not even a joke, but rather a standard machine speech. Suddenly I hear: And if you don’t like it, you can move to another table!!! Something is wrong. I look up from my plate and see my friend sitting at the next table, and a stranger sitting in front of me, and his eyes are black of anger. The man acted illogically - he himself jumped up and ran away, although he just offered to do it to me. And I rushed for a few moments, and didn’t even have time to open my mouth (precisely, first close, then open again) to apologize. This is such a dispersed from the pool street.