I’m back from vacation, and I don’t see anything under the table. The whole office was broken, he found, she was pulled into the corner and a printer was placed on it. I arranged everything and think like transporting a tumba to myself. On the one hand, it’s on wheels – "Push, I don’t want". On the other hand, it is also low, and in general not a wheelchair with a pen - that is, if you carry on the floor, then through the entire office to go in the position of a Polish washing machine. Well, I think, and pofig - a strong boy - I take on my arms and carry.
One colleague turns around, looks at me and begins to roar: you did not serve in the army??? It is square – katy.