We are undergoing repair work at the entrance. In the evening I go home, the workers stand and here is this dialogue:
Q: Girl and who is the oldest on the entrance?
I: And what then? Well, I (and I have to say that we do not have that in mind, said in a joke)
You have to decide what color to paint the walls.
How in an orange! or pink, but if in pink then such acid pink. (I went home and forgot about it.)
I go out in the morning and can’t believe my eyes. The walls are painted in bright orange color, tear your eyes out!

A - I am standing
B - at the same time I do not rju
I understand that I have a pizza, because the tenants will remember me every day at least twice.