I was born in the city of Chelyabinsk. For a long time (all his childhood) he lived in another city.

When I returned, I needed to urgently find a job, there was no time to choose and I arranged for a construction hypermarket as a consultant.



Once, a 35-year-old man came to us and bought a expensive construction drill. He burned on the same day.

He came, and everything was ok. Changed on warranty, quickly and without any shrinkage. Everything was normal. No one was rude to anyone, no chamil. “Well, the technology is breaking.” The man took the drill and it seemed to us that he would turn and leave happy with such a quick result but it wasn’t here.

He turned out to be "significantly bombarded" because of the fact that he had to waste time replacing the product. And he immediately began to demand compensation, worth almost half the price of this drill.

At the box he was polite and delicate sent where grandfather Makar the calves did not chase. The man went to the director. They listened to him and were pleased with him. That he quickly managed to find a replacement and that there was another similar drill in the warehouse. But the man insisted so much that he was offered to return the drill, and in exchange the store will reimburse its full cost. He refused and left the drill for himself.

I worked in the “building” section. Drills are sold in the "tools" section, but the man was for this absolutely p%; No. He came and began to take my brain.

Telling how he is poor almost on foot from the other end of the city with a drill in his hands...., and he has a job, every minute stands like that Boeing -which is above us in the sky, and we are crucifiedNo; Noya has a damaged goods...., and he is a hero and his construction stays....

I listened to everything within the framework of subordination, and then I said to him that while he poured my soul on me, he lost more rubles and the Russian economy may be in full ass because of this. According to this, he should immediately take the drill and pizz%; : go to the building to drill holes. He did not like my response, he wrote a complaint against me.

Then he went to the household equipment department. And I don’t know what he found there. He hit the glass shower cabin with a drill box, the most expensive in the section.

As a result, he broke the drill, bought a broken shower cabin (worn off until the cameras themselves showed him.) He broke his clothes on his left hand, cut off his ear and neck.

Then the men from the security service roared. As it turned out, the man at home just wanted to hang the pear, and the drill bought, said the construction is serious. And about what to do with the construction works have taxi drivers, just down.



Now I live in another city. I am late to work. I called a taxi. And you guessed right, that uncle is coming to pick me up.

We go talk, I think the face familiar and persistently remember where I came from.

And here he tells the same story, only from his face. I told for a long time, I quietly smiled and thought of myself that he probably forgot the superman's coat today at home. Then the case reached the fairy final, where the court awarded him an incredible moral damage, part of which the store has not paid him so far.

Well, then I couldn’t stand it and asked him quietly: “Well, you say, did you specifically break the most expensive shower cabin that day or was it a coincidence?”

The man looked at me questioningly, a little stunned.

And I decided to add: How your ear has healed a long time after that. (It is worth noting that the bodily injury he mentioned slippery and said nothing about the ear)



The rest of the road was silent. There are people...