We have an electrician in our office center, Petrovich. The guy is like an explanatory and executive, but there is one strange feature in him. He is constantly calling me Hope, I am constantly repairing him every time, and he still doesn’t get to him. By the way, my name is not the most common, but it doesn’t look like Hope at all. Until now, I thought I reminded him of Nadia. It happens so.

And here today a few lights burned, I call the waitress, please send an electrician. Instead of Petrovich comes another electrician. The further dialogue:

Good morning, where is Petrovich?

What kind of petroleum?

How what? The electric, such a grey, has always come to us.

This is Tarasovich, Sergey Tarasovich.

Japanese mother, I called him Petrovich for two years, now I am ashamed, and I think that I reminded him of Nadia. He trolled me simply, apparently such a revenge. )))

Shame on me, next time I will name it correctly, I’ll check if I stay with Hope. )))