The story of a water builder about grandmother.

In 2000, we had a small company for the production and placement of pavement tiles.
And here is another object, small, for three days of work. Workers/tools/materials were brought, they began to forge there. The next day they call – the tiles are missing.
How is it missing?
Everyone – and the building manager, and I, and the warehouses are completely confused. They were sent out and taken away with a small amount of money.
They sent them more.
History repeats in the morning.
The misunderstanding grows into a light offhinence. The workers themselves are trying it - the meaning of zero, they are interested in doing everything at a pace and getting money.
In general, they began to sin on the local alkashi, although two questions remained unclear - how to drag and where afterwards. Unfortunately, the bottles can’t be changed...
In general, we consulted and decided to arrange a seat, or we won't finish it in two weeks. He sat down with a beer in the bar and waited.
When the “enemy” appeared, our ofogenesis reached the stupor.
The grandmother of God, with its own size slightly larger than the real, crossed through the fence and began to spit the tiles in two "Chelnokov" balls. Then I went back with the balls!! She was very excited about where she came from.
When the stupor passed, we got up from the bench and went to recalculate the shortage, the stupor grew into a paralysis of the voices - the grandmother fired 36 tiles!!! to
Calculate for yourself – 3.5 kg each.

by p.s In the early twentieth century, the most popular life questions were “What to do?” and “Who’s to blame?” In our century there are others. “How?” and “Nafiga?”