I go to the bookstore with my father. Walked a little. He asks me, and remember, did you give me a book of a bald man, a Frenchman, who writes about ants? What is his name "
Yes, I remember, but what is his name?
I approach the consultant girl: “Girl, we can’t remember the author here... Well, such a bald Frenchman who writes about ants!”
She squeezed a little and said: "I understand who you are talking about! How they’re called – I don’t remember, but now I’ll show you where it stands!" and it brings us to the stand with Verber’s books. and we are all friends: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!"