In any team, especially if it consists of 90% of the weaker sex, there must be a "curiosity Barbary". She needs to know everything. Who, with whom, where, when and how. Because not discussing someone else’s life, decorating it with your fantasies is boring.

Our is no exception.

But the female majority is diluted by several men, one of them is my husband. Our cabinets are across the wall, and of course we eat lunch together. Lunch I take in a small litre thermos, ordinary, with a metal surface, something reminiscent of a military projectile. We call it the bullet.

Lunch time is slowly approaching, and thoughts are only about food. The husband looks into the office and asks, “Well, carry a 150-mm projectile?”

It seems to me to be smaller in diameter, and I say, bear, of course... at this point, the Cabinet is entering the “Curiosity Barbary,” and I continue:

“No, what 15 centimeters? There are 10 of the power! "

The barbarians, not knowing what they are talking about, listen with interest. My husband gets a line from my desk, and says, I am now measuring and telling exactly. It comes out. Barbarians’ eyes glow from curiosity.

After a few seconds, the husband comes in and says proudly - measured! 10 cm! I get to the comic of the situation, the "Barbara" disappointedly looks at my faithful and asks, "Only 10 cm? "

“That is in diameter!” My husband answered misunderstood.

You could see her eyes...