8 years ago, when I was still living with my parents in my hometown, I was returning from the birthday of a group late in a snowy February night.
The bus drove along the avenue, to my house to go 2 blocks without special lights. I asked my family to meet, my grandmother called, because my mother was already asleep, assuring me that she would take a hammer with her to break meat. I decided it was better than trying to run in the deep snow.
I got out of the bus and I couldn’t see my grandmother anywhere. I noticed a guy with a sports bag, decided to catch up, the pale went in the same direction. He nervously rushed to me.
I: I'm sorry, can I go with you, or am I a little scared alone?
He said, “Yes, let’s go.
I: Do you want to go far?
He: Well yes, and what?
I: Yes, my grandmother should meet me, she said it would be with a hammer, so we can go. By the way, she too!
And my grandmother walks forward with a huge hammer in a transparent bag.
He says no, thank you. I didn’t seem to be out on that street. I will go back...
He takes huge steps back.
I did not immediately understand what happened. My grandmother said that I’m not talking about the hammer.