I work in the restaurant as a bartender, in the middle of the day, I execute an order, here the boss approaches and asks to go out and wipe him off the table, because all the officers are busy, well, I go out, I start wiping, wiping minutes. And the table was no longer dry, only after I heard the laughter behind my back, I realized that the dough was going (blowing).
Well, the yopt was given a prize for the unconditional fulfillment of the instructions, and the weekend fucking to finally fall asleep.