So that's it. One evening, after a pleasant shopping experience, I was walking along one of the crowded streets, chatting on the phone. I was wearing a tight-fitting short dress, shod in shoes with a twelve-centimeter heel, which made me stand out even more from the crowd, since I was already under 1.70 m tall. Well, how can one not notice such a beauty? And so the “bite” began. One of the passing cars slowed down, the window opened, and the driver offered to give me a lift. I did not react to this, but continued to follow on, talking on the phone. The driver of the car was persistent and once again offered a ride. Then I said that I'm not in a hurry and just walking. The dialogue in this spirit continued for several minutes, until our conversation was interrupted by, who would you think? His majesty the pillar! I was not at a loss, picked up the phone, rubbed my forehead and hurried to hide in the first alley. Forgetting that she was wearing heels, she increased her pace so much that “already her heels sparkled”