Gift for Twisted Tesla Gigafactory

Absolutely true story as a birthday present.

Recently I went to a pet shop to buy my cat Whiskas (food, not Vitas). I have only one customer in front of me. Such a powerful aunt (cheeks, neck, tits, ass ... everything is in place and in the right quantities, to say the least), they are diplomatically called corpulent. As I understand it, he buys his dog a toy that you can chew (probably so that furniture and other household goods do not gnaw).

I had no idea that there are so many different toys for animals. Three huge baskets.
Auntie dived into one of these baskets, took out another toy and perhaps didn’t gnaw it herself, commenting on why this fun wouldn’t suit her beloved doggie.

This lasted quite a long time, and she absolutely did not care that besides her there were other buyers, or rather one buyer - me. Yes, in fact, I was in no hurry, knowing perfectly well that I myself can just as endlessly and selflessly tell what my cat is a brazen brute and how he commands us all ... Well, there was also a watch over her grenadier ass sticking out of the basket. funny ... In a word - everyone got their portion of pleasure.

... Finally, "suddenly" the lady noticed that she was not alone, languidly apologized and generously allowed me to buy what I came to the store for, saying that she was still like and would see what else she could buy for her beloved doggie .. .

I do not know what the hell I pulled the tongue ...
I ask the saleswoman (she is a little familiar with me, as well as with many of her other customers):
- Do you still have those rubber members? Only bigger in size, otherwise my Rex is so big that I'm afraid - lest he swallowed it by accident. And you turned out to be right - an absolutely unkillable toy for a gnawing dog, gnawed for almost half a year, and at least henna, as good as new ...
... The saleswoman at first was dumbfounded, then, probably, all the same realized that I wanted to play a little prank. Well ... and decided to play along with me, she says:
- I'm not sure we stayed. They were quickly dismantled. They got here by accident, by mistake. You'd better look for yourself, in some basket at the bottom you should still remain. Maybe lucky ...

And she could hardly restrain herself from laughing, seeing how the aunt, standing at some distance from us, very diligently pretends that she does not hear our conversation and is completely occupied with examining some dog nonsense.
I have to, playing the role to the end, refer to the lack of time to find a toy for my, supposedly, dog and leave without buying food for my cat (fortunately there was still some supply at home) ...

A couple of days passed, I came to this the same zoomag (to eat something the cat still needs to buy). The saleswoman laughs out loud, says that after I left, the corpulent owner of outstanding forms (aunt looking for a toy for her dog) rummaged through all the baskets with toys from top to bottom several times. Silently and very carefully ... in the end, even with some kind of frenzy ... But in vain.

... She left very upset.