I recently bought a new swimsuit, which periodically began to "feed" at the exit of the store. I searched everything, no magnetic tape, nothing was found. I went and searched a couple of times. Today, I’ve been back in “Lent” once again. I explained my problem to the cashier, she touched my jacket and, in the hood under her fur, finally found the source of my food – a plastic magnet.



Well be inclined. - said the seller and pulled me under the shelf, where she had a device for detoxification.



I bowed, I was "thrown", but most of all in this situation I was delighted by the commentary of one grandmother, who repeated in turn: yes, punish, punish her.