It was in the home electronics supermarket.
At the check table of the goods crawls a grandmother of the 70s. For not a consultant pulls, a box some money. They come, the consultant unpacked all this good, scratched on the table papers, poppy polyethylene and other heresy. Here is the dialogue between them:
- Son, tell me, is this a juicer or a kitchen cube?
The consultant does this "O_o" <-face, hangs for a second and issues:
Grandma, this is a dust...