My son 4 years. When I was walking with my grandmother, I met a girl of her age, Zlatan, at the playground. According to the stories, grandmothers run barefoot together, wonder, climb everywhere. They already know each other.

He went for a walk with me today. We come to the playground, I see a girl described as Gold.

I ask my son, “Is this the gold you talked about? “” The son thought.

The girl who heard us, sweetly shortsighted - "I am Katya, but I can be a little bit of Gold."

She divorced her husband because of his betrayal. They talked because they have four children. He married and divorced once officially and a couple more times so, without a stamp. She walked like a horse, raising the children, because he helped little financially. She doesn’t even think about marriage, more because of the children, although she looks very good. And here recently (after 15 years) her ex calls out and says, "I'm getting married. This time it is serious. You probably get married, don’t wait for me anymore.”

A girl who knows her price is no longer a girl, but a commodity.

Karma in action

I stood with a plastic pad and with a great mood at the tape in the Sheremetyevo airport inspection room. There was a journey ahead with travel and adventures.
From the side came a man of thirty-five, with a bald child in his arms. The man, quietly, slightly pushed off his poddon my and also slightly whipped the poddon in front of the grandmother. He set his own in the breach that had formed and measured it as if he were standing here.

It is clear that he took the one-and-a-half-year-old child in his arms only to make everyone see that he is a tired madonna with a baby, although this baby even a minute ago was perfectly running around the airport in his little shoes.
If the man said he was late, or that their mother went ahead, or that they need to change the diapers faster. Anything is whatever. Even if I would say directly, “Nothing, if I stand before you?”
I would like to miss a person with a child, especially since I did not rush anywhere. But after all, he just bluntly, mechanically pushed the line and just stood in front of me.
The mood of the great became normal. I decided to keep silent, thinking that karma itself would one day catch him.
And then a man with a child saw my feet in the bacillus, pointed to them with his finger and without preface asked:

Do you have to wear Bachelors?

Here I joined:

- I don't know about Bachil, but it is necessary to take a checklist.

The man understood what I was clinging to and decided to include the final ham:

- I, somehow, without your advice, decide myself - where and what to do and where not to do. Okay is?

We both understood that fighting at the airport under the cameras we will not in any case, so that our duel although gained momentum, but remained verbal and even emphasized on “you”.
I answered:

Okay, okay, of course okay. Just know that your ham strategy of behavior in society will not lead you to anything good.
Why won’t it lead? Nothing at all. has already brought. I am in front of you right now, correct me if I am wrong. So my strategy works well. Ha ha ha.
Laugh, laugh, but in vain you think that disrespect for others will advance you in life. In the long run, karma will still catch you and play out.
and karma? Ha ha ha. I have heard it somewhere. In fact, only life losers like you are hoping for karma, and determined people like me are always at the forefront.
- No, but imagine this option: you will go people on the heads, and people in turn will, for example, tell your son that his father is a piece of shit. This will be your karma. How do you?
- All this is just your unsuspecting, wet fantasies, dear, not karma. It does not work that way.
Why not sales? Those who do not believe in karma immediately get a slight click on their nose. See how it works.

I smiled widely and slightly bended my head to meet the cheeky child. The child also smiled at me and I said to him loudly and cheerfully:

Boy, and your dad is a bit of shit.

The child heard a familiar word, joyfully looked at his dad and ticked him in the face with a finger.
The man shook and almost shouted:

You are a piece of shit!
“It doesn’t matter who I am, your son won’t remember me anyway. Most importantly, he will remember that his favorite dad is a piece of shit. Yes little boy?

A smiling little boy, sitting on his arms, waved my hand, I waved in response, but he was quickly taken away from me somewhere far away.

The most difficult thing at school is for chemistry teachers. They know how to blow up or poison any minor bastard, but they keep up with their best.