The companions did not give the grandmother to eat at the table, she began to throw chicken bones from the top shelf and indignant.

Sometimes traveling around the country turns into real adventures. Especially if the railway is used for this purpose. And indeed: an enclosed space, a close neighborhood with strangers for a long time, the monotonous knocking of wheels on the rails. Only here. shelf It can be a real problem, it is painfully uncomfortable.



Therefore, some passengers try to meet each other so that everyone is equally comfortable. Nothing special, little things. But the human attitude at such moments is very important. Share your food, don't make any noise after sunset, help you climb that shelf. In this way we show our upbringing and politeness. But there are times when not everything happens so smoothly.

Top Regiment on the train Students Never use the services of Russian Railways! I tell you this based on my experience. People on these trains are turning into wolves. They do not care about other passengers, their needs and needs. I guess it's the closest neighborhood on the road. I can't prove anything scientifically, but I'm sure they're kinder in normal life.

I had to go to my cousin one day. It's not a long way to go, so I chose the train as my transport. The price is not very high, especially since you can save on some amenities. Because of my age (I’m a woman in my 60s) I’d hoped for the understanding and support of my neighbors. I got it, man.



It all started with a misunderstanding. I go into my room and see some students. All young, cheerful, talkative. Well, I think we'll find common ground. It wasn't here. They didn’t want to give me a place, they didn’t want to go to the dialogue at all, they just looked at me from the back and dissatisfied with their nostrils. Only one, the smallest and fattest, barely bothered to help me climb the top shelf.

Then they talked a few words and just stared at their phones. That's good. At least we can get some rest. It took a while and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that my neighbors had already left without saying goodbye. I don't understand, since there was nothing left for them to go, couldn't they give up a seat on the bottom shelf?

Then a young couple with a child came to replace the youth. Judging by their lean faces, I realized: probably in a quarrel. I tried to talk, but they just shook at me - the frog fell asleep. I knew immediately that I would not be able to talk to these people. So I pulled out a tablet and started reading my favorite book. It's been a couple of hours.



It's time for a snack. I'm certainly not empty-handed. Everything is as it should be: a chicken in foil baked, testicles boiled, potatoes, a couple of tomatoes with cucumbers and bread. There is something to do, and you can share it with your neighbors. I'm used to everyone at one time taking food out of the bags on a common table and having lunch. They get to know each other.

I asked them when they were going to eat lunch. And they said only that now they will feed the child, and they have some yogurt with sandwiches. Of course, I got down and started to educate my neighbors that you can’t eat like that. It is necessary that the food is home, that is, the most useful. To avoid choking on nonsense. I even wanted to put food on the table. He's common, right?

So these two started hissing at me, the man practically yelled that his baby was about to eat, and then I could do whatever I wanted. It hurts, it hurts. I'm much older than him, and he allows himself to behave like that.



Piabay And it's started. The child does not want to eat, his parents beg him, almost beg him. They put some plastic jars in front of the kid. No normal meat, no fish. He naturally whines. It's been 20 minutes. Hunger isn't an aunt, so I started rolling my food right on the top shelf. I got kicked out and my body needs calories.

Lunchtime cleaned a couple of testicles, salted a tomato. Chicken again. I heard my neighbours started whispering. I guess I don't like it again. I turned on the music, eating. I'm not touching anyone. I feel good. Suddenly, the dissatisfied face of the father of the family appears in front of me.

- Listen. Could you turn the music off? We're done eating. You can come down, too.
- No, thank you. I feel good.
- But we'd like to put the baby to bed, at least keep it quiet.
- Young man. It's daylight. What can be my complaints? Have lunch, enjoy your meal.



At this point, the train rotted well and part of the eggshell fell down. The guy saw it and was unhappy. But he had no choice but to go down to his wife and child.

Nothing interesting happened afterwards. At one station we stood for a long time, so I still managed to call a relative and discuss the upcoming meeting. Dad tried hissing at me again, but I didn't pay attention. All we have to do is finish the chicken. The road was not smooth enough, so the train traveled in constant jerks.

So I decided to throw a few crumbs and small bones down on my bad neighbor. Well, if they fell off the table on the floor, that's not a big problem. On the second or third thrust of the train, when a particularly large bone rolled on my father, I heard only a muffled sigh. Well, that's what you want. I didn't mean it well, now bear it.



I always advise everyone to treat people the way you want them to treat you. I've seen a lot in my life. Even though I am a single woman, many men agree with me. Here is my wisdom: women can not be offended, otherwise you will not collect bones. If you don’t believe me, ask my former friend. He'll tell you.