We have, near work, a small fast food store, which I frequently look at, in the lunch break, I used to say so... And it turns out that I am constantly intersecting there with an employee from the neighboring office - Nicholas, who every time orders a shaurma and, likewise, every time, the question of the cashier: "Do you have a normal?" - replies dissatisfied with phrases like: "No, blatant magic! Put on the pelargon! No, with pearl buttons!” explaining his dissatisfaction with the fact that there should be no questions, and if there is a need for some change, he will say it himself.



About an hour ago I heard the screams of the Rugians in the neighboring office, the content of which was mostly obscene, and went to find out what was going on. I go in, in the middle of the office, Nikolai stands, rubs his hair on his head and pours his soul mat in an open paper bag of fast food. It turned out that he once again answered the question: "Do you have the usual?" - with the phrase: "No, turned out!" - and, returning to work, found in the package a rolled lava, around which there was a mixture of meat, mixed with mayonnaise, onion and greens, but rushing out, as it should be, did not go, remembering his wishes to order.