Even in the pre-airphone era, as a student, he worked half-time in a "advertising agency", which had its shields and advertising structures in the elevators. Then the advertising in the elevators has not yet arrived, not so angry people and was new. Mostly among the customers were all sorts of providers, sanitary technicians, etc. But one day a not quite standard client came to us - a guy aged 25-26, well dressed, with the phrase "I want to beautifully offer a girl to marry me." The order is non-standard, especially considering that it needed only about a dozen elevators and we did not do so before. However, he agreed to pay the full price for the conditional “district” (approximately 700 elevators, with a 30% discount, and in other elevators we hanged a social jacket), for which I was able to give him a 70% discount for a large shield on the road, at the exit from the courtyard where his lady of heart lived.
The layout was made free of charge by our designer (something that was originally done by the client himself was some sort of painting), the text was something like "Masha, I love you. Go out for me. Your Sasha" and their general photo. The girl, by the way, in the photo was just an angel - white curls, soft features of the face, all so innocent. The client approved the layout, he went into printing and installation.
A couple of days later he came back to our office, joyfully: “She said yes! “” Shed in words of gratitude, carried a bottle of cognac; we also smiled - "What a cute story", and in general it was at least some sort of scent among sanitary installers and prostatitis healers.
And five days later, he called us back to the office and said, “Girls, please take away the posters.” Of course, there were questions - what, why, and especially under the contract, in the case of a change in the designs, the installation and disassembly he paid out of his pocket, and the money is not so small. He came to our office and then with his words:
“In an elevated mood, I came to Masha with a large bouquet, a champagne, a ring. I went into the elevator, and there on the layout was written - don't marry, she is a prostitute, write me "the email was followed". I thought, what kind of people are jealous of other people’s joy. But Emily re-wrote for the case. Everything went well, I joyfully went home, not getting burdened by the nightingale of Masha - she lived with her parents. and joyful. But something didn’t give me peace, this scornful text didn’t come out of my head. I decided to write this email. I tried to call the unknown. To be honest, I wrote rude. The answer came quickly – it contained a torrent link and only one sentence “No matter what my name is, I fucking your bride, watch the video.” I cooked, wrote some ugliness, but for the case decided to download torrents. The next morning I looked at him. Madly.. It was a typical “home video” – a slightly blurred low-quality picture, a poorly furnished apartment in which two girls were furiously fucking with four men, even without condoms. One of them actively fucking my angel in my ass. In the first minute I had a strange thought, “And she told me she didn’t like anal sex. and fucking.. “Well, maybe it’s been a long time, we’ve only been dating for two years, well, and what from the fact that she was filmed in porn.” But at that moment, a wall calendar came into the frame. We congratulate you on the New Year of 2008. So that was maximum a few months ago...
After that, there could be no marriage. To the honour of Masha, she did not give up and honestly confessed everything. The repair was carried out at the expense of the company.
What happened to the heroes of history, I do not know, except that Sasha went to Peter, deciding that with such a shame he will not be able to live in our city. But since I’m asked what the benefits of advertising are, I’m telling that story. The story of how dirty advertising in the elevators saved a human life, or rather, saved from a serious mistake.