in the corporate dining room. The turn. Usually small, but periodically comes out with a tail in the corridor, the latter case will be discussed. I am in the end, behind me are two ladies. One breathes, complains to a friend:
Why is the line moving so slowly?
And so several times. Gradually we get to the distribution line (salad and dessert / compot each takes himself, the first or second one needs to be asked from the attached cook). After placing an order and receiving plates with snacks, I turn to the cash office for payment, and unintentionally watch the breathing woman start making her order. Repeat in memory:
Good day! Please be kind, but is that what you have? The beef?
No to pork. The beef here.
Please tell me, is it fried?
and yes.
No, then we should not. And the fish?
Also fried too. There are cupcakes.
They are from what?
and chickens.
So, please give me a couple of cupcakes. And on the garnery, please...Rice, no. Tell me, this is what you have?
This is a ragi of vegetables.
Okay, let’s get the rice.
Please please. What will you be first?
- Yes, I will, please, half a cheek, and be kind, please, thank you.

Is it worth saying that I watched the end of this scene, already sitting at the table - and by that time I had even eaten half the salad? Again, it has increased significantly. Why - this is the same mystery... Probably the slowest employee was placed on the distribution.