Do not play basketball.

Someone very clever said, “Courtesy is the easiest way to exist.” Ever since I heard this phrase, I have been convinced every day that it was right, even yesterday:

I stood in the Ashan at the newspaper shelf, laid out the magazines and watched in the edge of my eyes as a couple in the neighboring department tried to remove a thermos box from the upper shelf. At the bottom, all the boxes were either open or splintered, and there, at an unattainable height, they stood flat and new, stood and handled, even offensive.
A couple, forty years old, both of a small rooster, a wife in a jersey and with a complex, high haircut, a husband in a puddle, a puffy fur hat on his head. I still thought they had gathered for guests, but at the very last moment they remembered the gift and walked on the way to the store.
The man stood up on his socks, even jumped, and wherever there, I was even higher by half the head, and without jumping, I saw that it was impossible to get to that shelf, I needed a taboo.
The aunt began to be obsessively nervous and she wasn’t able to do it at all, especially with her hair. And the man remembered that he was "a reasonable man" and decided to use the tool of labor.
He removed the hat from his head, knocked it on a rope a couple of times, stumbled and tried to arc the damned thermos, but... it didn’t work out exactly as Cowboy Malborough had expected. At the very last moment, he did not hold the rope, the hat slipped out, flew onto the shelf and hid himself cleverly behind the thermos.
The wife said everything she thought about her husband's sports achievements, he also didn't help in the pocket for the answer, but next to him was a shop employee in a red shirt and the spouses switched to him:
"You hear, boy, go, pull the stairs, there is my hat, you see, here is the rope hanging. Hurry up, we are late.
Sorry, but I don’t have a ladder.
So find it. He has no stairs.
- You know that, please contact the administrator, he is on the other side, behind the line of cash, and I have to go to work, sorry.
Oh, where did you go? Look at him...

When the guy in the red shirt still left, the spouses again began to argue and build plans to save their hat, as suddenly, the huge white shoes quietly approached them from behind.
I raised my head and only then saw the giant, a basketball player, two meters tall, standing behind the back of angry spouses, the hat lying on the shelf, was approximately at the level of his eyebrows. The basketball player stood up so little and when he was finally noticed, he said:
- But if you were there, at the entrance, not chicking over the size of my shoes, then I would be happy to help you now. Let me have the “slaps”, but the hearing is good.

Then, with two fingers, he gently attached to the shelf the rope hanging from the hat and, without looking back, went on, then and then bending his head to avoid hitting the advertising posters.