<ry> there is no printer at home, went to print tickets to the courtyard photo service
<ry> well such a door in the wall and in a tiny room a thousand-looking boy squeezes, copies laminates, prints, in a word, a good boy. There is a small line.
<ry> I give him a flash, I say, there are two paedefs in the root, print me h/b. And I hear the most disgusting thin voice from the turn: “It’s not right to say ‘two pedefs’ but ‘two files in the.pdf format’ Oh, I have these humanities!”
<ry> I have been in the mood since the morning was not very, I just wanted to break off the turn, referring to the source of sound. I turn around, and this man under the eye has such a nice finch. Some people learn nothing from life.