Good day to all. This story happened to me about two years ago at one of the night shifts in the pharmacy. As always, overwhelmed after study and the evening flow of suffering, at 3 o'clock at night he went to sleep. About 6 o’clock in the morning (the strongest sleep was) the phone call. I open the window, a man asks for a baby cream. I take the bill and go look for it. I remember it clearly, then begins the most interesting thing. My next memory after taking the bill is a bell at the door. I get up and open the window. The next dialogue is: (p) the buyer. and I (I)

I salute you.

Q. Do you say hello? ? to ! to ? to ! to ! to ? to ? to ! to ? to Where is the cream? ? to ? to ? to ? to ! to ? to ! to ? to

What kind of cream? I ask.

And after that, I am thrilled by the memories of an unknown time ago about how I was asked to bring the cream. I go to the box. On the table lies a baby cream, scanned, but not pierced.... I don't remember what note I took, but I gave it as a hundred, because it was too burning to ask. The overall result: I took the money, found the cream, scaned and went to sleep! to sleep! ! to ! to I don’t know how long he was there, I don’t remember. It was an eternity for me.)