I regularly go to the Tula bookstore, and every time I ask if there is a meme in the sale. Every time I answer, no. I have asked 150 times and 150 times I have been answered no. The point is that the same seller answers me, responding with constant intonation. I ask with constant intonation:



Are there memes?

There are no memes.



Are there memes for sale?

We do not sell memes.



Can you see myths, what are they?

No, there are no memes for sale.



I would like to buy memes, what are they all about?

Sorry, we do not sell memes.



Are there funny illustrations? I need memes.

We never order or sell them.



And after all, this seller, the contagion, knows me perfectly in the face, knows what I will say, and knows what he will answer me. But none of us ever showed with a gesture or a word that we all know the script. Sometimes the seller is smoking at the entrance, when I go into the store, then I look at him through the glass doors, he is indifferent, throws a bull and returns to the shelf:



What did you want?

I need memes.

We do not have them.

It is sorry.



Sometimes he communicates with another client, then, I wait patiently for them to finish:



Are there memes for sale?

No, we are not selling them.



Sometimes he just misses the shelf when there’s no one in the store, and I’m the only one walking around the hall. Of course, he knows what’s going to happen next, but he doesn’t look and indifferently takes the magazine.



- I can't find any memes, are they in sale at all?

No, they do not exist, we do not sell them.



This is a very harsh, truly male confrontation, the outcome of which is unclear. Obviously, each side expects to win. I agree with none already.