The preface.

A couple of weeks ago, somehow, I stuck in YouTube on a video about washing machines (started with the views of Advocate Egorov, I don't know how I got to the washing machine). I noticed how quiet they were. I thought, I thought, I decided to buy a new one, although mine works, but she is 12 years old.



of action.

I go down, ask the concierge for the number of our courtyard, I call, I say “need – take.” Five minutes later, I picked up.

In a couple of days, I learn from the concierge that they sold it for 3,000 to a neighbor at the entrance. It is possible.jpg

They sold and sold, guys. Then came the pinch.

I knock on the door, I open, the neighbor stands (I don’t know):

Your machine is not working!

...??? to

It does not heat water.

What are the claims to me?

Give me my money back!

Emm, I gave it to the courtiers for free.

They sold it for $3,000!! to

Congratulations to you! They ask for your money.

They said they did not have it and that they sold the machine in working condition.

Again, did you give me money?

No, but...

And then goodbye!

I close the door. Then the counsellor said that the neighbor would write a statement on me and the courtiers. And yesterday I learned that this machine was bought by a conserge, asked me to show how to turn it on.

P.S the heater in the machine works, just someone's hands grow from the wrong place

If there are no football millionaires, pop singers, television experts, global economists and other elites, the country will not notice this. But without doctors, teachers, scientists, she will quickly get angry.

Who could think

When I was a kid and my mom sent me and my brother to sleep, I always thought how cool it was to be an adult.

You can go to bed at what time you want, do something there in the dim light of the apartment, talk about something, reason, look thoughtfully out the window.

Who could know, it turns out, my mom was just cleaning and washing dishes, thinking about how to feed us tomorrow, unfreezing the straw, wiping the dust and putting a little order in the apartment. Before you go to bed, you can look out the window quietly.

Thinking about it, tomorrow is Wednesday.

There are three ways to fight the coronavirus.
1st Chinese - the most cruel quarantine, blow up a bunch of money.
2nd Swedish to do nothing.
Three Russian – to declare Chinese, to implement Swedish, to make a difference.

This story happened to me three weeks ago. I woke up in the afternoon after a night shift. It was lazy to cook and I decided to order delivery. Everything is fine, I paid, I’m waiting.

Here is a call.

The courier has arrived, and I tell him that I am going out. I go to the door, happy. In the morning, she went to work and closed the door as usual. I look for the keys, but I don’t have the keys. I panic, call a girl, ask where my keys are, if she has not seen them. And I hear the silence in the telephone, and I understand that she took her own and my keys too. The courier calls again and says what’s there. I tell him, you can confirm the order and pick it up for yourself. Because I couldn’t get out of the apartment, they locked me and left no keys. I’m upset, even a little bit upset by the girl’s inattention. Here the courier calls back, says maybe the neighbors leave the order, and I tell him that I just recently moved to this apartment and I don't know anyone yet. From his conversation I realized that he didn’t want to leave me in trouble. And here I remember that after the repair we have left the old wires. 6 floor, about 18 meters. I think enough. I offer him, I say, or maybe I'll kick you a wire from the window, and you'll tie it. He agreed and walked around the house. Standing up under the window, I was connecting two wires at that moment. Our rescue operation began. I dropped him the wire, the length was enough, there was even a reserve of two meters. He tied a pack of food. Signal that everything is OK. I started raising the package. In his head played a song from the movie "Mission is not executable". But we still fulfilled that mission. I am satisfied, filled. The courier also got up the mood, I think he was like that for the first time, threw him on the card for tea in a sign of gratitude.

I remember how sometimes I went to work and fell unnoticed,

But to go to work secretly from the president, life did not prepare me for this.

I work in a clinic, I do a reception.

A patient arrives today. I hear a dry cough. I ask :

Why not wear a mask when you enter?

They did not give me.

I am going to understand.

It turns out in 2 weeks waiting for a check from Moscow, the masks to issue ceased: we have to report that we have everything in sufficient quantity.

I have everything.