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I told my friend N., who worked for some time the head of the liaison office.
 First, the background.
 1. Delivery of telegrams carried out before the public as follows:
 isolates the operator from the general sheets came to the post office a telegram telegrams, cut it with scissors, and then checking on the molds form and send to the shipping department.
Check each telegram operators can not, therefore, catching common sense, do not bother to search for spelling errors (although they should in theory).
 2. In the territory served by the post office was stroybatovskaya military unit, from which came on Wednesdays seconded puny soldier-postman (apparently unmarketable lopatnyh works) for sorting come in the mail piece.
Now the story itself.
 Liaison Office. Wednesday. Late morning. Customer no.
 Workers gossip about her in a low voice of the maiden. The soldier-postman parses his correspondence. Quiet-grace.
 Suddenly iddiliya broken crash and screams and appears on the verge of a stout lady of 50 years with a purple face with anger.
 Word of her screams isolate very difficult, so it is not clear to anyone, what she grieved.
Poorat a few minutes, she hurls girls congratulatory telegram form, without ceasing to squeal.
 The first staff member reads the text of the telegram department, grunts, slides along the wall and sends a telegram to continue.
 The reaction of the girls is the same. Finally, a telegram comes to N. and she reads the text:
 "Fuck Thursday. Glory".
And she becomes ill.
 Barely restraining himself from bouts of laughter, she tries to explain to the lady that this is a typo, admitted on the sending side, the letters "b" and "d" are located nearby, this Glory itself is not very human, denoting his departure by "going away", which is not in Russian, etc.
 During this moving speech telegram falls into the hands of the soldier and the one reading, provides:
"Do not worry so much. It says, "Thursday", and today is only Wednesday. What do you have to wait until tomorrow! »
 And girls and N. then could not restrain himself and thundered.
The lady grabbed the unfortunate (or zlopoluchennuyu?) Telegram and howling sirens sped fire, threatening to complain to the right place and all the fire.
 She still wrote a complaint to the central liaison office.
The matter was dealt with in the Commission, which is also fun from the heart, but the post office is still depremirovali.

Sent AlexanderRasskazano my friend N., who worked for some time the head of the liaison office.
 First, the background.
 1. Delivery of telegrams carried out before the public as follows:
 isolates the operator from the general sheets came to the post office a telegram telegrams, cut it with scissors, and then checking on the molds form and send to the shipping department.
Check each telegram operators can not, therefore, catching common sense, do not bother to search for spelling errors (although they should in theory).
 2. In the territory served by the post office was stroybatovskaya military unit, from which came on Wednesdays seconded puny soldier-postman (apparently unmarketable lopatnyh works) for sorting come in the mail piece.
Now the story itself.
 Liaison Office. Wednesday. Late morning. Customer no.
 Workers gossip about her in a low voice of the maiden. The soldier-postman parses his correspondence. Quiet-grace.
 Suddenly iddiliya broken crash and screams and appears on the verge of a stout lady of 50 years with a purple face with anger.
 Word of her screams isolate very difficult, so it is not clear to anyone, what she grieved.
Poorat a few minutes, she hurls girls congratulatory telegram form, without ceasing to squeal.
 The first staff member reads the text of the telegram department, grunts, slides along the wall and sends a telegram to continue.
 The reaction of the girls is the same. Finally, a telegram comes to N. and she reads the text:
 "The *** y on Thursday. Glory".
And she becomes ill.
 Barely restraining himself from bouts of laughter, she tries to explain to the lady that this is a typo, admitted on the sending side, the letters "b" and "d" are located nearby, this Glory itself is not very human, denoting his departure by "going away", which is not in Russian, etc.
 During this moving speech telegram falls into the hands of the soldier and the one reading, provides:
"Do not worry so much. It says, "Thursday", and today is only Wednesday. What do you have to wait until tomorrow! »
 And girls and N. then could not restrain himself and thundered.
The lady grabbed the unfortunate (or zlopoluchennuyu?) Telegram and howling sirens sped fire, threatening to complain to the right place and all the fire.
 She still wrote a complaint to the central liaison office.
The matter was dealt with in the Commission, which is also fun from the heart, but the post office is still depremirovali.

Sent by Alexander