The Director lived near the entrance of the factory. Quiet summer night, about 2:30, rushes to the lobby, waking the guards shouting: - Where's the fire?! Why is there no report from security?! Why did master the mobile handset does not take? Where are the fire trucks? What about mobile phones? - So it is... there isn't any fire... we would know... The Director pokes them in the nose of the mobile, with a fresh SMS from the master: "the factory fire, can not reach you." Rises to the ears of all personnel on duty - no one knows. Finally, dial the home master, he first can not understand anything, and then says: - So I OK this #SMS still week ago sent. Remember, the warehouse burned, and You fishing been?