Trying to think about how a 404 felt, and it would be like if you went to Starbucks and there's the guy behind the counter and you're over there and there's no skim milk.
Duke u perpjekur te mendosh se si mund te jete ndjere faqia 404, do te qe njesoj sikurse te kishit shkuar ne Starbucks dhe pas banakut te ish nje djale dhe ti e kupton se nuk ka qumesht te skremuar.