I decided somehow to find a new way to lose weight, for which I bought a whole pack of tea in the pharmacy with the romantic name "Flying Lemon". I first realized that after this tea you lose weight and fly, this careless bird.
It all turned out to be much more prosaic. The experiment began on Monday morning after coming to work. In the instructions was written "One pack for half a liter of water." Why I didn't be alert at the time of reading the instructions written in such a language - it's hard to say, I probably wanted to feel a lump faster.
Having decided that I would not drink half a liter at a time, I decided to increase my concentration and asked the secretary (Olu) to make me "a cup of this new tea, which I brought this morning."
Fifteen minutes after I had the bitter taste of the new drink, I was flying around the hallway, holding my arms to my back, with one thought: “Just get the time.” Why I wasn’t broken down while I was running, I can’t understand yet.
The rest of the day passed like a puddle. In short flights, like in advertising.
“Let the world wait.” Only from the advertisement it was distinguished by the complete absence of any romance.

In general, Zateya failed at the initial stage... But the main thing was to go further... After a short depression, I pushed the box of tea onto the most distant shelf of the Oline Tea Wardrobe and safely forgot about it.

Three months have passed. There was another meeting in the cabinet on a mega-important issue. The urgency was such that the meeting was held in the form of "Until the issue is resolved, damn who will leave the cabinet!“”
Three hours passed, during this time they had time to scandalize, to reconcile, but no consensus was reached. To make people feel the weight of the three-hour marathon, which promised to last, I picked up the phone and said:
“Ola, we have three teas and I have coffee.” With this phrase I predetermined the outcome of the meeting and predetermined the fate of the people present for the rest of the day.
After 15 minutes, people began somehow unnaturally shaking and quietly standing. Ivanovic asked to smoke.
Smoke here! I said it firmly and put a ashes bar in front of him.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m not used to the cabinet,” Ivanovich beat.
He smoked in his office two packs a day and jumped out.
The office turned the chair.
Following him for 5 minutes to smoke jumped out and the rest, which I was very surprised, because I knew they did not smoke.
20 minutes passed... No one came... It started to seem disrespectful... I went out into the hallway and went to the smoking room to put things in order and find out why they didn’t want to continue the meeting.
In the corridor, I saw Ivanych appear from the toilet door, he stopped at the threshold for a moment, but then stretched out his arms with a stone and rushed back, like a bird, which suddenly found long-awaited freedom.
I almost ran into my office, and with a stunned voice asked the secretary to give me a box of “this new tea with a bird on the box”... With fear I raised the cover.
For two months after that, the staff refused to drink anything and ate in my office. And Ivanovic even drank vodka with suspicion.