I am in the tax office, I need to report.
A guy is sitting in front of me, the line of three forks, however, we have almost reached it, now to go to him, then to me... here in the corridor a lady of the type of "nuclear warhead" breaks. The shape of the warhead, the grenadier step and Stalin's ass. Well, maybe it’s a little short, but it’s halfway to its ideal.
Norwegians go by without a turn.
So yes, I am a moment, I am there and there...
Here comes the turn of the guy, not thinking long, he removes the lady and the whole corridor:
“And you, Cornet, I’ll ask you to stay.
Madame crumbles, the guy enters the office, we barely hold back from whirling, but we wait patiently.
Realizing that the number has not passed, the lady takes a position at the office, so that she immediately runs there - and begins to go away from the people. But without much enthusiasm. I am thinking what to do - to push it away, or how... but to scandalize reluctance... and here!
The boy is out, the aunt is stressed, now it is on the start...
Looking at her, the man says.
Good, good is good. The girl would be more beautiful.
The aunt is finally crumbling, filled with bad paint, I slide into the office - and already from there I hear such a whisper that the walls tremble. When I went out, she left.
Not a single rude word, but what is the result? Everyone has the mood in the plus, and the hiccups in the minus.
More such men.