(humorous story)

They encounter stationery on the shelf – Annie Gadzinski and Natalie Dupinski. Both are tall, strong and in need of a stapler.

The others in the department do not seem to notice the tensions hanging between them. This is the statistics department; here they are engaged in data, not fights.

“This is my stapler,” Natalie says firmly.

“Whatever the case,” Annie grins. “I need it.”

“I came for it first.”

Nearby, Kirsten Light sighs briefly and angrily. The ladies squint at her, and then Annie tries to grab the stapler. Natalie grabs her hand, tries to twist it, but Gadzinski turns out of the grab, instantly flows into the Mexican fighting standoff.

The blow follows the blow. The bite follows the bite. The scream follows the scream.

The stapler remains lying on the shelf.

Ladies are already demonstrating the third kind of martial arts, hoping to get a coveted stationery item.

Time passes. An hour later, the young women get tired and take seats opposite each other. The stapler remains to lie on the shelf. The rest of the department continues to ignore the girls. This is the statistics department; here they are engaged in data, not fights.

And then Kirsten gets up, sighs, approaches them, takes a stapler in her hands and says:

“Take turns, ladies.”

And returns to her place. To smiling Bob. With a stapler.

Annie and Natalie look at black and blue bruises of each other, give once over to their bleeding noses and torn collars, slowly nod, and stand up.

The rest of the staff in the department still do not pay attention to it. This is the statistics department; here they are engaged in data, not fights.