I recently went to the post office to send a package. She came, rejoiced at the empty room, took the ticket.



Location: Post Office in St. Petersburg.



Shipment object: a package from the Bookweed, filled with all kinds of threads, then - a "wheel".



Actors: I’m me, T’s a receiver of the package.



I approach the window, I lay a wrap on the table in front of me.

I: Hello to you! Can I get a box for 98 rubles for a package?

Q: Do you eat something fragile?

I: No, in any case...

My aunt picks a pipe in the blue package of the Russian Post

Q: Then you don’t need a box.

I: I want to pack in a box so I don’t remember anything. I would like to say that the average who...

Q: Is there something fragile in the package?

I: No, but...

T: Then you don’t need it!

I: But I want to pack! Give me a box, please.

T is fragile. of something. is there?

I: It’s not fragile there, but it can be reminded...

Aunt closes the bag, closes and weighs

It is 346 rubles. We do not accept cards.



O_O



The guy, wiping his tears while telling my story, said that she had an algorithm and needed to break it, saying, “Yes, there is.”