We arrive sometime on Saturday at noon on the red Solaris with my wife to the Lente.

I am after yesterday's influences from the morning a little "subsoft", so my wife is driving.

I say :

- Now I'm going to jump in and buy something to chew up, wait for me here before entering.

I jump into the "Lenta", I quickly go to the stalls with alcohol. I throw a beer into the basket for myself, well, and so as not to hurt my wife - champagne, kr. Wine and water for the evening. It all goes to the box. I flew out of the exit. I see the red solarium. I open the passenger door, spit on the chair, grimpe a bag of alcohol, and say:

They chased!

A woman’s unknown voice:

Where to? ? to ? to

I, without turning my head to the left, having assessed the situation that the torpedo is not mine, jump out of the cabin and see that my car stands further in front of the entrance, without turning, I run away, but I hear:

and man! Where did they go? ? to ? to I agree!

...

and ah! It was a long time ago, I was already divorced, but, woman, if you recognized yourself, you needed to scream louder then, and even better - you needed to get stuck in the bag and not let go! ...

xxx: There was a "psychological" test in the class so in the seventh, the most remarkable question - "Do you trust your parents?"

The test is anonymous, of course, and that’s all.

I warned my parents in the evening that I had put a crack in front of the "I don't trust" point because it was obvious that anonymity was deceived. Approximately a week later, they gather an emergency parental meeting, asking both parents to attend (if possible). And with a dramatic whisper they read a list of children who do not trust their parents.

It is genius! Does the child not trust their parents? Well, let’s not trust the school! And we will also cast the ground for the scandal at home, then he will definitely start to trust his parents! That’s how it works, I tell you.

You have to convince him that it is his fault.

Bad power is harder to re-elect.

He worked with the dealer of one Japanese brand, the director - brother of the 90s, who became regional oligarchs.
May - July 2009, in the country the rise, cars are flying, from one car show a month sold up to 380 cars. The margin is more than 20%, money is a river.
In the body shop line one and a half months ahead. 2 brigades, working for 20% of the cost of the norm - hour, according to the schedule of 2/2.
The men can and want to work, on their own initiative come to work with the bedrooms, after the closure of the workshop work until 3 - 4 nights, then sleep right in the workshop until 8 in the morning, and again in the fight.
As a result, an unprecedented increase in the profitability of the body shop, and the average salary for brigades is 140,000. Then the new "four" in the salon was 125k.

The time comes for the payments of the SP, the notice is carried for the signature of the General, and then it was broken. “The caretaker? So much money?! Fuck them, not for 140,000!” Attempts to report that they all work for 1/5 of working hours, and that each, having earned 140, brought the company 560 - are ignored. As a result, the verdict: to pay 80k, and in the future to establish this amount as a salary ceiling.

It is clear that immediately after that the “night shifts” ceased. At exactly 20:00 the brigade stood up and left in full composition. And by the end of the following month it turned out that 80k guys produced weeks for 3. And try to force something to do a master who knows for sure that he will not be paid for this work. At the beginning of the month, the car cost 3 days. After 20 numbers, from a week to two. Even if you suck. Everyone is doing something, turmoil, no one is sitting without work, but the repair is not moving. Yes, and I, as the master of the workshop, understood them perfectly, so I did not want to punish them completely.

As a result, a month after the wise decision of the general, the total net profit of the shop fell by 2 times. The director crashed and metal, but there was a second wave: rumors about a long repair flew through not the biggest city faster than the wind, and the people began to go to other auto salons. A row in a month and a half quickly dried up to 3 - 5 days. Following the clients came the master. Then well a lot where paid, and good bodybuilders were always on the weight of gold.
As a result, in 4 months, the net profit of the shop fell from 8.3 million to 3.1 million.
On Mondays, the General broke his hair out of his ass and metal thundered: "Where is the profit? Where is the sale of spare parts? Where is the product, where are the customers? All the fines! Cancellation of Cancellation! Cut the lunch! I will teach you to work!!
I don’t understand, a piece of shit.

I retired in August, when employees were leaving every day. The car salon survived, and still operates, but in terms of revenue is barely much above the threshold of repayment.

When will the delivery services make the paid option "Take the garbage together"?

Xxx: A neighbor often comes to his wife and constantly complains about the son, the sister, the price. I do not participate in these conversations, but my wife once asked why she had this negative communication. The answer surprised me, “If you compare me to her, you’ll love me more!“”

And after all, the right wife is not a comparison in favor of the neighbor.

Xxx: My cousin shrugged her eyebrows under zero, and then painted them with a pencil again. A cover of a mayonnaise bank was used as a tapestry. Because she had the perfect curve.

And then one nightmare day the sacred cover disappeared. As it turned out later, she was hidden by her mother-in-law, in revenge for the jeans taken in secret and stretched with a thick ass.

by God. What a tragedy it was. What suffering and pain. I think if a sister had lost not a cover, but a leg, or even two, she would not have been killed.

Well, yes, on my question, and in the end, you pull your eyebrows under the root, and then paint them again, they looked at me with sincere regret. Like a hopelessly sick man who was going to take a mortgage for twenty-five years and wondered why he was rejected.

Irene, you don’t understand, I’ve got the answer. by Ni-Fi

So I also still don’t know. Are their own native eyebrows not so suitable?