There was a cleaner in my office. In order not to bother her, I went for tea to the chief executive’s office, which is further down the hallway, through four cabinets from mine. Short preparations, the tea is cooked, and here I am already drinking it, kindly communicating with gender. And here, on the whole corridor, the exhausting cry of the cleaner "Galina Vasilyevnaaaaa! You need them?"Well, how can I now explain to my management and the employees of the neighboring offices that it was about rubber pads for bicycles.