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A few years ago during the Christmas holidays, we were in Yaroslavl with the guys. And as always, on Christmas evening, they decided to sit in the evening, to talk to the outposts. I and a couple of guys after watching something New Year in the Volkovsky Theater - went into the store. In the supermarket. In Yaroslavl supermarket. We decided to buy groceries. I don't know why, but I always buy red caviar at Christmas to make sandwiches in the morning. It may have been influenced by the personal perception of the perestroika delicacy associated with the festive mood. But the essence is not in the mood, the essence is in the calf.
The choice of caviar in the supermarket was great. But our view hooked banks of caviar for quite a reasonable price. We took a couple of cans, put to other purchases and went to the box office. In front of us at the checkout, a female buyer made a scandal, resenting the discrepancy between the real price and those indicated on the shelves. We were next. With its caviar.
The cashier, after breaking through the groceries, left the spawn for a snack (actually what it is). And here - the cashier issued that the price for each bank was three times higher than on the price tags. Having managed to break through and naming the final amount - she looked into my surprised eyes. Under the eyes was a nose that had begun to get nervous, and under the nose was a mouth open in surprise!
My guys know that when I “turn on the Muskvich” it’s better to hide. In such situations, I am capable of ... different things. Able to much! Someone's rudeness, arrogance or indifference - cause in me fits of rage. And if it’s still aimed at the children, hide above everything. Including Putin.
The only thing that can make me in such situations to return to the good Konstantin is the eyes of the guys themselves, making it clear that .... Christmas is all the same!
So far, I have not noticed these eyes - I have already managed to express myself, quoting the laws, “test purchase”, something from early Mayakovsky and just swear intelligently. Finally demanded a book of complaints.
With such inspiration, I did not write for a long time! The cashiers bustled around me, the administrators, like vultures, they looked at me, cursed me, and with their looks showed that I was the last scum who could possibly come to them on the eve of Christmas. And I scribbled my Christmas complaint!
The guys looked at me with pity. In the eyes I read a reproach that I could not resist and descended to paper-making.
When finished, he gave the complaint book to the cashier, who leafed through the pages and wanting to find my work — she said something not very positive about me. Even when she began to read my opus to herself, she still said something about me. And here ... On her face a confused, slanting, asymmetrical smile appeared. The facial muscles began to twitch. With trembling hands, she gave the book of complaints to the administrator, and she shed a tear, blossomed and said, "Thank you! Happy holiday!"
The guys watching this, hatched little eyes. And I told them: Why did you get up? Packages take!
The guys took the shopping bags and we left the store.
The doors of the supermarket closed and the guys pounced on me with the only question: what did I write there?
And I wrote there very simple and sincere words that work wonders. I wrote a greeting on the bright holiday of Christmas. I wished the store workers good, good customers, high salaries, good mood and good health to all their relatives.
This I wish you! Well, maybe only good buyers will not suit everyone. But you never know!? Christmas all the same!