An irritated woman rides the trolleybus and thinks:
- The passengers are rude and boorish. My husband is a drunken bastard. My children are bad students and bullies. And I'm so poor and miserable...
She has a guardian angel standing behind her with a notebook and writing everything down at points:
1. The passengers are boorish and rude.
2. The husband is a drunken bastard... etc.
Then I reread it and wondered:
- And why would she want to do that? But if she orders it, we'll do it...