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- Why can't people fly?
- The question should be phrased more accurately: why can't people fly upwards?
A song by Pinocchio:
- I gently embrace
The curve of the yellow guitar
In general, I like all wooden things
Of course
For my ardent passion
Malvina is too bland
But a rake
A birdhouse, and a shovel
Now that's something
A friend of mine told me this story. She also has a friend, a big guy, about 2 meters tall and many centimeters wide. And he's bald.
One evening, he went to the supermarket, bought some junk food, came home, and realized the total was too high. He looked at the receipt - a bunch of green onions cost 40 hryvnias instead of 4.
He got dressed, angry and hungry, and went back to the store to demand a refund. The cashier couldn't help, it took a long time, and the big guy was ready to tear the store apart.
The manager appeared, small, thin, in a suit. He listened, thought for a moment, and said: "You know, there will be problems with the refund. Take the rest of the money and buy more onions. Buy a lot of onions, and everything will be fine."
The big guy turned red, then green, slowly grabbed the manager by the collar of his jacket, lifted him off the ground, raised his head to his level, and calmly said: "Okay. I'll buy onions with all the money. But you, you little bastard, will eat it right here and now."
The money was immediately returned.
Added 13 hours 46 minutes later
I observed a similar scene in a small shop:
- There was a line. A drunk man of intellectual appearance was standing there. It was his turn. Gathering his strength, he said:
- Gin and tonic... The saleswoman reached for the top shelf, couldn't reach, put a stool there, got a bottle of "Gordon's" gin, climbed down, and put it on the counter. The man continued:
- ... "Ochakiv"... The saleswoman spat (there were a lot of people around), ran to the storage room, moved boxes around, found "Ochakiv," moved the boxes again, and returned with a bottle of "Ochakiv" gin, putting it on the counter. The man continued:
- ... two...
- The question should be phrased more accurately: why can't people fly upwards?
A song by Pinocchio:
- I gently embrace
The curve of the yellow guitar
In general, I like all wooden things
Of course
For my ardent passion
Malvina is too bland
But a rake
A birdhouse, and a shovel
Now that's something
A friend of mine told me this story. She also has a friend, a big guy, about 2 meters tall and many centimeters wide. And he's bald.
One evening, he went to the supermarket, bought some junk food, came home, and realized the total was too high. He looked at the receipt - a bunch of green onions cost 40 hryvnias instead of 4.
He got dressed, angry and hungry, and went back to the store to demand a refund. The cashier couldn't help, it took a long time, and the big guy was ready to tear the store apart.
The manager appeared, small, thin, in a suit. He listened, thought for a moment, and said: "You know, there will be problems with the refund. Take the rest of the money and buy more onions. Buy a lot of onions, and everything will be fine."
The big guy turned red, then green, slowly grabbed the manager by the collar of his jacket, lifted him off the ground, raised his head to his level, and calmly said: "Okay. I'll buy onions with all the money. But you, you little bastard, will eat it right here and now."
The money was immediately returned.
Added 13 hours 46 minutes later
I observed a similar scene in a small shop:
- There was a line. A drunk man of intellectual appearance was standing there. It was his turn. Gathering his strength, he said:
- Gin and tonic... The saleswoman reached for the top shelf, couldn't reach, put a stool there, got a bottle of "Gordon's" gin, climbed down, and put it on the counter. The man continued:
- ... "Ochakiv"... The saleswoman spat (there were a lot of people around), ran to the storage room, moved boxes around, found "Ochakiv," moved the boxes again, and returned with a bottle of "Ochakiv" gin, putting it on the counter. The man continued:
- ... two...