I read the story about the buttons and "what to do there?" long rusted. Once I was completely green, but like all the youth, full of energy enthusiasm, ready to sleep 3 hours a day and not tired, went to work in the churches. And picking up the home staff, how did the housewife spit the same phrase: it washes itself, what is hard for you to hang out and pull out of the dishwasher? To which I got a short but concise answer: hide it yourself. And only after clinging to living with different girls-boys realized that these hangings steal enough time and energy to react aggressively to the fellow resident who thinks what to do there.