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determine the output and assortment of agricultural production," answers the delegate, who is trying to read the label on one of the unloaded boxes.
"The people I just got this food from didn't mention any such outfit," says the truck driver, reaching for the box handed to her by the man on the truck.
"I thought the farms were already growing enough to feed the entire population," says the man on the truck, who is reaching for another box.
"There's no plan!" shouts the delegate.
"You mean the plan's going to grow exactly what we want? And no shortages?" asks the short heavy man.
"Your demand in one period will be taken into consideration when the plan for the next period is drafted," explains the regional delegate. He then asks for the size and contents of the first unloaded box, information which he registers on the clipboard when a woman near the box answers. The woman then goes on to ask, "You mean if no one asks for something in the first plan period, then it won't be available in the next period?"
"The plan does not exclude innovation!" shouts the regional delegate, apparently annoyed by a question he considers naive.
"That's very decent," says the man on the truck, with audible sarcasm. "Our alternatives will once again depend on the imaginations of bureaucrats."
The woman holding the basket appears to take a serious interest in the regional delegate. "How would we know what the planners innovated, say for today's meals?" she asks.
The delegate smiles for the first time. "A newsletter will describe the nature and use of new products, and the new items will appear on your weekly order forms."
"Of course!" shouts the sarcastic skeptic on the truck, putting his index finger on his temple.
"What if I don't pick up your newsletter?" asks the short heavy man.
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