I went to one of my colleagues to go. From the class "goes to one, borrowed all". Almost for hours hanging on the partition, interfering with her, and we work, everything is called upon. Polite accompanying is not possible, hame down - the state office, immediately the complaint runs. At lunch we discuss methods of combating boredom.
Ol, and you’ll agree next time.
Olya: What are you? I have a guy! Even if it wasn’t...
The Boss: Listen to me. As he comes, get up sharply, hold him by the hand, and say that I agree to everything, and right now. Be sure he will find important things right away. I know such ballabols, they only know how to work well with the language.
Here comes to mind our ever-sleeping practitioner: language can work? Oh girls, when you come, call me, okay?