I am in line for meat in the market. In front of me is a girl aged 25 and a woman aged 50-60.



The girl asks the seller to weigh 300 grams of smoked beef carbonate.



The seller gets from the corner of the window a small dried piece of carbonate hose, from which it is problematic to cut off the piece. He weighs and says: less will be, 180 grams.

The girl replies: I need 300, so little I don’t need, and a piece of old, cut me off from that.

Seller: Well, until I sell this piece, I will not cut a new one.

Girl: You do not have the right, all the product that is placed on the showcase is a public offer, the buyer can ask to cut and buy a piece from any of the big ones.

A seller with an unhappy face unevenly cuts off a fresh piece of 300 grams and sells. When the girl takes the goods, and goes on a decent distance, the seller screams to her: greed is the second happiness, the offer she has, the slug, the smartest?

A 50-60-year-old woman in the next row supports her indignantly:

The whole youth was upset, she didn’t like the restaurant here, she didn’t like the copti herself then. I work out in the store, only you put everything on the shelves, so these fools climb deep, and pull out the freshest. There is no sense to understand that first you need to sell goods with a earlier expiration date.

Don’t talk, you ungrateful people!  What to you?

Woman: Oh, and I also have a carbonadic hi-hi. of 200 grams. Just don’t give me that piece, we’re almost colleagues!