In a changing room a lady over 40 digs in a locker, some of her belongings around her. I notice a small gadget on a bench: a kind of a beeper or Tamagochi. Well, a gadget is not a gun or a piece of foil with some strange white powder - no need to worry. I go ahead with my stuff while she picks the gadget up and presses some buttons. She turns to me and explains:
- My daughter and I compete whose Tamagochi will live longer. I've lost two, and her creature is still alive.
I turn to her:
- How old is your daughter? - I smile (and think: 7? 9? 12?!)
- 21.
- Uh... yeah... that's interesting.
- She's newly married and she wants to know if she can trust her baby to me. If I may be a reliable grandmother...
Baobeir suggested that the lady had mocked at me. I told him that I had shown no interest in her business. "Well, this way I would not be surprised if a phychologist has suggested them to do that. And for a big money."