“Damn, damn pantyhose! And who invented them?! Or—who made these?!” No, not all of them—specifically these, which, as if from a single draft in the metro, tore in two places at once! Feels like they’re made like cabbage—from chemicals. A ladleful of some trash into the water—bam! And the pantyhose, a thing meant to seduce and win over cold-hearted men’s hearts, are ready. Yes, for heaven’s sake! Not only did some weirdo splash me from head to toe with mud from a puddle a minute ago—he couldn’t, apparently, steer his BMW so he could go around a girl in a short skirt—so now the pantyhose are torn, too. Beautiful! And I’m rushing to a lecture like this…