It was a long time. I worked in "Technosil" with a man of 1.60 height (one meter, sixty centimeters), he apparently would compensate for his growth fiercely coupled on the hoverboard and apparently ate some hormones, which was manifested in eternal sperm toxicosis, he when communicating with the buyers spoke with breathing and shook him up, not to mention an uncontrolled erection. I do not rule out the possibility that he had problems with his head, because he ran into the sorting to shake at least 3 times during the work shift, but on a good day he could run 5-6 times. He really looked like Sponge Bob. The small, with short racked legs and the same hands, always walked in the scourge and his hands could not descend on the seams, while absolutely bald as a knee. It was worth entering the shopping hall to another buyer of large sizes, as our square man said to me in a whisper, "Oh look - a duck!" I was eager to talk about protein supplements and why methane gas? Is it necessary to say that the girl's colleagues were just cuddling with him and his efforts to attract attention could not lead to any reciprocity. Those words were my honor!! He could walk in the shopping hall for at least a whole day on his hands, loading to the shopping hall with refrigerators and other white equipment he did not allow at all, and to show the girls easily pulled 130-pound two-stitched refrigerators alone with amazing ease. Whether he was constantly distracted by drugs, or he himself was such a vivic, but during the whole shift he did not stop at all and chased, chasing the shopping hall with a staggering speed. And if the flattering disappeared, it meant that he was either at dinner or shaking, why did he not hide this, and to the question of the management: where were you, shit, for 10 minutes? He calmly replied, “I drowned. His sales were not fantastic and always kept in line with the plan, he did not pair up dop buyers. guarantees, clothes, cables, wipes and other garbage, he just sold it and did it with some inherent hassle. He complained that it was difficult for him to wash his head on his own (banks interfere) and for this he always shaves her hair at the barber, it is very difficult in crowded public transport to pass over or just survive: I am not seen, because my volume exceeds my height and people standing on their feet and trying to get up to the tram loathing and demanding to shake up, say this is a free place, but there is our cubometer, which is not banally visible. But the real talent he showed when the competitor and I decided to play basketball! Kubometer breaking into the cigarette said: I am on anybody in the team! I’m ashamed now, but I’m roaring along with the others. He did not get offended, but only smiled and said: you will understand it all yourself, after work we go to the neighboring yard to the basketball court. So we went. Our surprise had no limits. To play decided in one ring, and immediately he was one against two, he said: What hasn't played a long time and you need to break up, so far there are only two opponents. At the end of this "training", when our smokers died of the breath and their buttocks were in soap, Kubometer continued to jump around the site. In the final he said, "Look guys, and standing under the ring, from the place just jumped up there with his head, in the sense of jumped so high up from the place that his head was in the ring, could probably have been higher but worked a physical restrictor in the form of widened shoulders.

Baseball we won only thanks to him! After the "match" we carried him down the street straight to the bar, where he drank a glass of milk cocktail and sang karaoke).



Wherever you are Kubometer, I’m glad we know you and so many fun emotions are associated with working together with you!