The story happened to me recently, literally 3-4 hours ago. I went to the furniture store and had to renovate the table. I found the right one and looked. I called the consultant, asked for the size, she said "happiness" and went somewhere to look. Two minutes later he returns, saying 970x720, which was too much for me. Looking for another table, smaller. I looked, I suspected, I asked. The same, 970x720, although the table is obviously smaller in appearance. I asked the consultant to show where she looked at the size, she led me to her comp. I see, she googled around the article table and looked at the size of the picture. The pictures, Carl Where do they get such things from?

Today is another birthday. And he has three young children, the older 5, the younger - 1. I went to him a couple of months ago, especially since we live across the house from each other. Noise in the house. In short, I was delighted at the moment, being behind the door outside – in silence.

I call him and congratulate him.

Congratulations on your birthday, wishes for a happy life, Push!

thank you!

"Thank you" such a sluggish... suggests to come in in the evening, sit down, note. But I feel there is no sincerity in his voice. Zatrahan so, the PPS offers solely because of politeness.

No, I am answering. A lot of work, even taken home for the weekend. I will not come.

A huge thank you!

And that “thank you” sounded much more sincere.

I come home somehow from work. On the way, I go to the kiosk next to the subway to buy bread.

I have a white bottle, please. If possible, refresh it.

and hold. The most fresh I have.

I look at the date and I realize that my wife and I have a birthday today! I usually remember always, but this time I wavered and forgot. Well, I think I went well for the bread!

I go for a gift and flowers. I come home. A woman opens the door. With a solemn look, I handed her a bouquet and a beautifully packed box:

My dear, with anniversary!

My wife is surprised:

Thanks, it’s birthday tomorrow.

And then I realized that the bread was sold to me really fresh, tomorrow.

When you kiss a beautiful woman, you usually think, “If only I didn’t talk!“”

at the operation.

Above the head large round lamps, in front of the face of the screen. Over the operating table three heads in white hats.
“Now you will feel the injection,” the doctor said.
A light injection is felt and the doctor continues to ask about children, about work, about life. He makes several more injections and checks how the anesthesia worked. My spontaneous speaking occasionally pauses and is immediately encouraged by the doctoral: “Yes, you say, you say. How about your younger?“”
Anesthesia has already worked. When will the operation begin?
“It’s all,” the doctor replied.

The state listened to Onishchenko with his speeches about the harm of masturbation and revolted against the self-employed.