The food supermarket. I went out with my husband for food, and already running to the box office, they remembered that they forgot to take bananas. I leave my husband in a line (before 2-3 people), I quickly go for bananas myself.

We take bananas often, I know they lie next to self-service weights near the box office, respectively, I plan for seconds after 40 to return to the row.

I take bananas, put on the weights, tick the right buttons, stick the price card and see two men running to me, and after them a shelf of alcohol.

They put me a bag of tomatoes and said:

And to us, and to us!

I ignore the absence of "please", it's not difficult for me to help, especially I know that the older generation is not too friendly with these weights.

I put a pack on the scales, choose the tab "Vegetables" and ask:

What are tomatoes?

The men are not ready to answer this question, one of them points somewhere and says:

There are those who lie.

There are three types of tomatoes.

You must know yourself! Come and see, says the man.

I flatter from this turn of events, silently leave a bag of tomatoes, take my bananas and go to the box office.

Following me fly insults, threats to write a complaint about me in a complaint book and get my dismissal. And only then I realized that I was somehow miraculously taken for a supermarket employee while the staff shape was green, and I was in a siren shirt. Alcoholic ways are unconfessable