by Zizmo:
At the dawn of the company, the boss decided to enrich the room.
The result of the nobility was a plaster compartment that separated the shopping hall from the repair masters.
The beauty! The shopping hall is clean, beautiful, glass-white-chromated, and the monoliths-reparators do not spoil the atmosphere, but quietly crawl behind the fence.
The customer comes in, is interested in cash, service, guarantee, repair.
The head of the sales department, 40++, all in a tie with a jacket and a beautiful gray on the whiskers with a confident voice:
of course! Of course there is everything! And that, and guarantee and repair! We are a solid organization!
Behind the partition there is a thunder of falling something heavy and complicated, and a wildly annoyed shout of the repairman:
Shit, shit... Did I tell you? He spoke! You have even wiped her! This box will not work!!! to
And, like the cherry blossom on the cake, the rust of the second repairman, like a horse from “what-where-ever.”