A modern service is so perfect that sometimes comes to paranoia. Here's a story that tells of how customers are serviced in our supermarkets. The buyer of manufactured goods coming into the store and asked to offer his gloves. The seller starts to elicit what he just needed demi-season or winter. The buyer thinks a bit and says it still winter. The seller sends it to the next room. There, the buyer is asked what color gloves he prefers, the buyer said that he needed light gloves. Then he was again sent into the next room. Then he goes into the next room ... and take it up to the moment when the buyer does not list all the nuances, to which it tends when selecting gloves, among them the choice of gloves that are suitable for a winter coat buyer. The seller offers the customer to bring his cloak, which the buyer will walk in the winter, and then he will be able to accurately pick up gloves. At this point in building the store runs an angry man who holds the toilet and the tiles of the washroom, and the man screams: "Here I have a toilet and plitochki can now, you can sell me a proper toilet paper!".
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