The neighbor rented the apartment to a cute intelligent lady, of which "cleanness and order are guaranteed".
When a month later, having previously called, she came for the rent, the appearance of the apartment her slightly shocked.
It’s not about cleanliness and order. There was no talk about cleanliness and order. There was a terrible mess in the apartment.
The things scattered here and there did not hang except on the luster, the garbage apparently did not carry since the day of universe, and the mountain of dirty dishes with the remains of food was no longer placed in the washing machine.
But most of all, the neighbor was struck by the fact that right in the middle of this pork farm, like an iceberg in the middle of the laundry, stood a table covered with a clean plate, and on it a pair of elegant plates with some appetizing overseas delicacies.
And next to the table was a stand with a camera, and some other lighting devices.
Seeing in the eyes of the hostess a silent question, the lady readily explained.
She even told me with some pride. The fact is that I am a blogger. I’m conducting a channel on Instagram about how beautiful and correct to serve a table.
The correspondent, holding the Soviet newspaper in his hands, interviewed Henry Ford:
What would you do if the workers were repeatedly over-compliant with production norms?
I would expel the engineers who set such standards.