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I regularly go to the grocery store in Gensokyo and ask each time if there is flour, eggs and milk on sale. Every time they tell me, no. I have already asked 150 times and 150 times I have been told no. The point is that the same salesperson answers me, with the same intonation. And I always ask with the same intonation: - Any flour, eggs, or milk? - There aren't any. - Is there flour, milk and eggs on sale? - We don't trade. - Can I see the flour, milk, and eggs? - No, flour, eggs and milk are not on sale. - I would like to buy milk, eggs and flour, how much do they cost? - Sorry, we don't have them on sale. - Do you have any baking ingredients? I need milk, eggs, and flour. - We never order or sell them. And after all, this salesman, knows me perfectly in person, knows what I will ask and knows what he will answer me. But not once has either of us shown by a gesture or a word that each of us knows the script. Sometimes the seller smokes at the entrance, when I go into the store, then I spy on him through the glass doors, he indifferently finishes smoking and returns to the counter: - What did you want? - I need milk, eggs, and flour. - We don't have one. - Too bad. Sometimes he communicates with another customer, then, standing next to me, I patiently wait for them to finish: - Is there flour, milk and eggs on sale? - No, we don't sell them. Sometimes he just gets bored at the counter when there's no one else in the store, and only me walking around the room. Of course, he knows what will happen next, but he does not show it and indifferently takes the magazine. - I can't find flour, eggs and milk, are they even on sale? - No, they don't, we don't sell them. This is a very harsh, truly masculine confrontation, the outcome of which is not clear. Obviously, each side expects to win. However, I already agree to a draw.