Showing the customer their future website. The design is already approved, everything is done, the site lies on a test server. We go to the page with the general plan and I am thrown in the eye in the decryption of the designations "parking... road... TROTUATR"! I think I'll come, I'll blow the messie flasher! And I want to rust, I restrain, and a lonely tear runs on my fossilized face. Customers are silent, they look at me pityfully and one of them says "Well, you, good design, we wanted it"
I answer - "Sorry, I am about my own, I have just THIS COLOR (I tick in the screen away from "Trotutora") is causing my associations, I am now..." and the bullet is flying out of the negotiating...