The Command. The local hypermarket. At the entrance of the coffee shop, they sell ready for weighing, immediately warm. Stunned to eat. A friend took a cooked potato with mushrooms. He tried, squeezed, carried on the box:
You don’t have the potatoes, it’s crazy!
I apologized and got the money back.
We walked over the hyper, went back, decided to see if they removed the potatoes from the window or not. The same potato on the spot as it was, only the price changed:
"Potato crushing with mushrooms"