A horse enters the bar, takes off his hat, his coat, orders a whisky with soda and a couple of olives, drinks, snacks and, pleased, leaves, promising to come back tomorrow. The bartender, respectively, in trance, takes the jaw from the stand and runs to call a friend, the director of the circus.
I have a number for you!! Come tomorrow and see! The next day, the director of the circus sits in the bar from the morning, waiting. Close to the evening, the horse comes, orders whiskey and olives again, sits and drinks. The director of the circus:
Sorry, would you like to work with us? How much do you get now?
“Three hundred,” replied the horse.
- And we offer you something, and with accommodation and feeding!
Where do I need to work?
Next to the circus.
In the circus? No, for something I will agree, of course, but why do you have programmers in the circus?? to