I sit under the table this morning. In our service department, where everyone is always busy, a relatively new accountant runs in with an alarming appearance:
I have something with the chair.
Serviceman: What did you eat?
The bush is not entering: it has crumbled on the floor, and it does not hold!
Serviceman starting to roast: Health needs to beined.
And only then it became clear that the gaspatron was flowing. I wave