Son: “Dad, I don’t want to go to the garden.”

I said, “Friend, I don’t want to go to work. I’ll go to work today and say, “I don’t want to go to work,” and the boss uncle will say, “Then I don’t want to pay you a salary.” Do you know what happens if you don’t get paid?”

The son: “What?”

I: "Then I won't be able to buy us tickets to the water park, to the circus, I won't be able to buy clothes and even bread."

Son: "And I'll come to the kindergarten and tell my aunt teacher that I don't want to go to the kindergarten."

I said, “What will she answer you?”

The son said, “Don’t go.”

My son 3 years.

My son changed the phone number once, I didn’t remember it right away. And here somehow I pick him up, answers a pleasant male voice:

Hello to you!

Sorry, I probably didn’t get there.

Where did you plan to go? (with a clear smile)

Well... it would be good to get on the Forbes list and eventually go to heaven (laughs).

I’m afraid I won’t help you with that, sorry.

Okay, sorry, please say goodbye!

I apologize for not helping. to Goodbye.

After a few days, the story repeats, I again accidentally type the wrong way (then I found out that the number is correct, and the prefix is not that operator called by habit).

Hello to you!

-But, sorry, I was wrong (I did not understand that the subscriber has already known before).

Well why do you say that, you are not mistaken, you just haven’t got there yet. What about the success of the Forbes list?

Well he, I changed my mind.

It’s a pity, but I’m already thinking about how to help you. And the paradise too.

Okay, sorry generously, I hope this won’t happen again, goodbye!

And I hope the opposite. and call.

I hang the phone. I study the situation, how I get it wrong constantly - I find out the reason, I calm down.

And after a week of calling, I take a rub, there is the same voice:

Hello to Hello. You didn’t call me for a long time, I was worried.

I learned the right number. We can end the communication.

Not just that! You make me very happy. You probably have a family, children, a husband.

Well, about...

But in any case, I still want to tell you that my name is Misha Starostin. Call more frequently

Many years ago, I still lived with my parents, I go out with my mother from the entrance, there is a neighbor.

We greeted, started the usual neighbor's talk...the next M-my mom D-neighbors.

M: That recently the electricity bill has begun to come big, runs a lot, although we are trying to save, I do not understand what it is.

D: Oh, I'm not worried at all, I did the repair a month ago, so I asked that my friends would ask all of the electricity around, I don't pay for electricity at all)))



I should have seen my mother’s face. In general, she said, if they don’t do it right now, she goes to the police. Strangely enough, the neighbor didn’t even understand what he was doing and what he was doing. This is the militia.



In a fairy tale...

I was looking for a shorter job. In our city there is hard work. In the sea, I was told about the vacancy of a carrier. The company urgently needed a carrier. Ok to Ok. We call, take documents and go to an interview. But not all so simple! First you need to fill out the questionnaire. Ok to Ok. We filled. 7 pages of 166 questions. Why such difficulty a candidate for a job loader is a mystery to me. and filled. I gave. I said call. They urgently need a carrier. Call in a week. The questionnaire is considered, invited to an interview. I come. There are 10 candidates in the corridor. The vacancy is on a competitive basis. and :)

Interview standard - about the work of the personnel, where you worked, what you know, bla bla. They said they would call.

Call in a week:

You and 3 other "lucky" have passed the selection and now you are waiting for a meeting with the boss of the company. Ok to Ok. I come. Two hours of communication. In the end, “We’ll call you.”

A month has passed.

Calling from the morning. Go to work! I come. As a result, I will find out that 4 other guys will work with me, an internship for 5 days is NOT PAYABLE. Only one person can work in this company. Not officially. 12500 r per month.

The announcement has been hanging for the second year. Not everyone can become a carrier.

I was my father’s favorite: one day he struck me in the head.

In the first grade, in addition to standard school lessons, I had to learn terrain orientation.
This happened when our young group under the control of class leader Irina Vladimirovna went to a circus show. The show itself has been wiped out of my memory, but the further adventures I remember like yesterday.

As a child I was active and sociable, but by a strange conjunction of circumstances at some point I lost sight of all familiar faces.

Staying alone with the cold city, I decided not to wait for help and get home on my own.

Armed with a red ball on a plastic stick, I just went straight. At some point, the adults noticed a schoolboy wandering alone. I told him that I was lost, and I needed to go to the station — my only point of reference, as we often came to it with our parents on foot. An indifferent woman gave me 5 rubles and named the numbers of the trams that go in the right direction.

I cried obediently, and there was a white noise in my head, so afraid to get on the wrong tram, I continued my walking path of a lonely samurai.

Underground crossings, parks and shopping complexes. At some point, I completely forgot about my trouble and no muscle on my face gave me a loss. Just a 7-year-old man on a day promenade.

Luckily, I was on my side, as after an hour I saw the familiar buildings. At the station for the "income" of 5 rubles, I bought a few Chupa-Chups and quickly got home on a familiar road.

As I learned later, I had to walk a total of about 10 km.

At home, I did not tell anything about the way home, so as not to scare my parents. He quietly went into the room to do his child’s affairs until the door was ringing.

At the threshold stood a classy leader with bad news. Mom listened to Irina Vladimirovna with misunderstanding, and a minute later I appeared from her back.

For the full picture, I did not have enough to offer the remaining Chupa-Chops. After all, the teacher was tired, and she also needed to "support."

I can’t remember any further conversations, but since then I’ve never felt lost again.

Wind in the face, a red ball on the stick, concrete streets. Over time, I got upset and learned the tram routes, but this is a completely different story.

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A distant relative came to visit us. Not to visit, rather just to sleep in vain. Someone was in the hospital, and she looked after her. We decided to save money, so we found it. At home, small children, the dog and generally conditions are narrowed, and here another strange aunt is suffocating. It broke me. For the first time I took a clean baby pot, disinfected. There was a cabbage cabbage. We sit at the table, a relative with us, something is there cuddling her own, demonstrably refused the dinner offered, say I will not eat you here. In short, at the right moment, I pretend to get a pot from under the baby. I smell, sneeze, and start eating the contents with a spoonful. Aunt was overcold and she ran to the toilet. I made chocolate for the second time and did not hold up again. I blinded a few sausages that looked like dog shit. He painted a little with plant ingredients and began to wait for a convenient occasion and he soon turned. Everyone gathers for their business in the morning. I start crying out why nobody went out with the dog, even though he walked it himself. I pointed to my aunt on the careful shit and said, “That’s what to do with them?” I bow and take in my hands. The family looks at me with horror. I carefully smell, again fuck and ask my wife, what are you feeding her (the dog)? My wife answers something. I take the “cocktail” in my mouth. Zhuo, then I approve of my wife. My aunt goes to the toilet again. That same day she left us.

Go to work with a friend for lunch. We sit down, eat, drink coffee, talk about it. A friend went for a second cup of coffee, brings and complains that in the afternoon there is no strength from the word “completely.” I jokingly said to him, “You have too low levels of midoclorians in your blood. The power does not obey you.” We both respect Star Wars, the joke was understood, and we played together. Divided by workplaces. After a while, one of my colleagues pulls me into a remote corner, but not for what you might have thought. And it begins to say to me harshly, what a sick fool I am, a bad man, laughing at the misfortune of others. At first, I was sick and didn’t understand what I was talking about. She tells me, “I’ve heard in the cafe, you’ve talked about low levels of midichlorins in the blood, is this a type of blood cancer? He may soon die, and you laugh?As I could, I explained to her what I was talking about, but I don’t think she believed me. And in her eyes I remained a heartless hatred mourning over the deadly sick. and sorry. Well though, her education did not allow her to spread this “news” throughout the office.

All good and the strength will be with you!