Poor thing .... how cruel this world;)) Bashny.Net

The evening after the working day. Parts Store (rather large), the department of foreign cars, consumables.
 In the department of one vendor and all persons 10.
 Sold works pretty well, but the place is still moving slowly until the seller finds the directory is with the computer will consult until then, until the sho.
 All all saddened to have to waste time, we dropped in for five minutes to buy a quick and dump on about their business.
 The whole place is made up of men, except for one girl (and not blond, but rather a redhead).
Comes the turn of the girl:
 - I need the front brake pads.
 Seller:
 - What kind of car?
 - On my.
 - !!!
 Queue a sigh of despair, we understand that this is a long time. Seller:
 - Brand?
 -?!
 - What is the name.
 - Volkswagen.
 - Model?
 -?!
 - At the rear, on the trunk of what is written?
 - Aaaaaaaaaa! (pauses to think) "Rolo».
 -?!
 Queue:
 -?!
 Girl:
 - !!!
 Seller and all strained reflected that for a "Rolo". Suddenly someone from the queue enlightenment POLO !!!
 Girl:
 -?!
 Seller:
 - Ufffffffff!
 Queue:
 - Phew! Phew! Phew! Seller:
 - Year of birth?
 - 1978.
 Seller:
 -?!
 Queue:
 -?!
 All in confusion, it is necessary a rarity, so far he goes.
 Seller hesitantly leafing through the catalog.
Suddenly someone from the queue Gee-s-s, Gee-s-s (chuckle), further along the chain of the whole place as it comes to someone like Gee-s-s, Gee-s-s. She (the side line):
 -?!
 The whole place has unanimously Ha ha ha.
Sold off by catalog. Stupidly looking at all that is rolled, then he realizes he Gee-s-s.
 Further pressuring a laugh. Seller:
 - Year of the machine?
 Girl:
 - 1999.
 Seller (rummaging in the catalog):
 - Volume?
 Queue stopped. Girl (posoobrazhav seconds):
 - What?
 Queue:
 -? !!!
 Someone from the queue on the shop floor:
 - Trunk, trunk volume !!!
 Queue:
 - Ha-ha-ha.
 Girl (terribly embarrassed):
 - I do not know.
 Paul queue starts to shake in convulsions. Seller:
 - Give the documents.
 Girl (long rummages in her purse) gets passport. Remains of the queue in a fit of epilepsy fall on the floor.
The weakest have to ensure that not obsessed. Around the department is going to the people.
 Seller (red with suppressed laughter):
 - Documents on the car.
 Girl - dumps the contents of her purse on the counter, the seller of the fishes to the certificate of registration, begins to search the catalog block.
 Pause. People queue gradually calms down. Back in operation, are rarely heard a single & lt; Gee-s-s & gt ;.
Seller:
 - There Lusas.
 Girl:
 - Is that a model?
 Someone from the queue (by suppressing the remnants of Gee-s-s):
 - There is a brand.
 Girl:
 -?! - It is clearly tupit. - And the others have?
 Seller:
 - There Ferado, Ate.
 Girl:
 - And the back?
 Seller:
 - Also there.
 Girl:
 - What?
 Seller: - The same.
 Girl (long wondering of something):
 - Do not
 Seller:
 - Do not what?
 The girl (almost shouting, jumping up on yelp):
 - DO NOT NEED ANYTHING!!! (quickly collects things and leaves)