I live in a small province. I am in the line at the post office to pay for the apartment. In front of me is a guy, seemingly nothing remarkable. The people are a mass, so we stand for a long time, forty minutes probably. And here, when the turn of this guy comes, the window for processing correspondence is closed in front of him (and it is one that receives letters, the other only payments). He knocks there, so polite:
– Girl, you’re sorry, but I really need to send a letter, urgent, can you help?
Do you see what I have written on the window?
Here are the babies, as usual connected:
We are all here urgently, wait, son, do not interfere with work!
At what time do you open?
- In an hour, or maybe later, man do not distract me from work!
And something I feel so sorry for this guy, I look, and he doesn’t seem to be upset). Standing for 30 seconds, he thought, and said in a loud voice:
I have a big X!
And under the general hood comes out of the building.
That's what I understand - to find pluses in everything)
Respect, that guy, whoever you are! It is a pity that you didn’t have time to shake your hand, you ran away quickly.