by zadolba.li

I work in a post office in one of the sleeping districts of Moscow. We once burned the shield: the smell of fire, smoke, flame tongues and, of course, the complete absence of light. Evacuation of staff and customers. Waiting for firefighters. Here's what our favorite customers responded to our request to leave the room immediately:

You burned it in order not to work.
As a fire? Can I come in two hours?! to
Until I send the letter, I will not leave.
So I just sat in, I will not send anything.
If it is burning, work here.