Very angry people who come to my office to talk and at the same time start to grab various items from the table, without asking permission.
I was given a hunting knife for my birthday. The big. is terrible. With handles of horns and in leather knives. He lay on the table. There came such a comrade with a scratchy pen... While he was telling about his problems, the cloth in his hands turned-turned, removed from the knives – inserted... Finally, put back on the table. And I, continuing the conversation, get my nose cloth, carefully take the knife, put it in the safe and lock it with a key. After a minute, the man begins to break down, losing the thread of conversation... Then he asks, “What have you done now?”I answer, “Nothing,” and I look closely at him. In short, that half day ran after me, asking him to wipe off his knife.