There is justice.
The Sunday. Beginning of the eleventh evening. I stand in a row to the box office, at the Green Cross, because this is the only decent store that operates 24 hours a day in Schmitovsk. The place is muddy, in the house above the store elite housing. Four people again. The first is a grandmother, pulling out of her wallet the last little bit for 2 oranges on a stock for 29 rubles. The next pair is a sports shit from Armani, a man with a silicone girl, followed by a young man very modestly dressed. And accordingly, I. Grandma is chewing, hands shake, anxious, delaying the honorable audience with her excavations. The couple begins to cheer, demonstratively shutting their eyes. Cassircha, a young Asian woman, also demonstrates disregard in all her appearances... Finally, the grandmother scratched her 17 rubles. There are free bags on the box, the packery immediately switched to the basket of Armani pairs, and the grandmother’s oranges kicked. The grandmother is trying to open the bag and put 2 oranges there. I ask the packer to help the man, it’s exactly 2 seconds. The girl’s patience is broken. She begins to whisper that it is only necessary to let the store through the fake control, and below a certain social level not to let it! The treasurer begins to say that after the store joined the veterans support program by May 9 and lowered the prices for some goods, they were "tortured with these disabled people, they are not right"! I say that you will go to your republic and there you will talk like this about your old ones. And then discussing customers is mildly speaking not ethical, about professionalism will be silenced. And then there is justice, and you will not be forever young. I am answered that they have small salaries, and in general... there is no justice. There is an exchange of kindness. All this time the modestly dressed guy stood and listened attentively. His turn is right. The couple packed their bags, the grandmother tries to remove the social card from the wallet and leave, the guy asks her to stay. Calls the security guard, calls the administrator. Everyone stands and looks. The guy appears. He was the general manager of the entire network of crossroads. The taxpayer was fined 5 trillion. The manager and the packager at 3.5. I asked my grandmother to go with the guard, take a cart and buy everything she needed. At the expense of the punished.) Then I asked the employee to bring my grandmother home with the shopping. While he will be in the neighboring cafe to drink coffee, the administrator will come to him with the FIO number and the contacts of his grandmother, who will bring food for 2000 p. every week for a month. I ask for what? He said for indifference and active civic stance. ))) All three rounds in the box office just slid through... and justice is there!