As a child, my classmate Ruslan borrowed from me a Sega disc with the game Zero Tolerance. By the way, no one called our cartridges from gaming consoles cartridges, only disquets, and the disquets themselves - flops. So, the discet he did not give, saying that during the repair of the apartment he was poured with lime and he threw it out and in exchange gave me "Jungle strike" - the game undoubtedly deserves attention. But the problem is that Zero was played by my father and he wanted him back and he didn’t want to play in helicopters. I did not know what to do. But then I went on a visit to my classmate Egor and he and I went out into the yard, where we played chips with neighboring boys. I was in the height and played at one guy almost a whole tubus of Mortal Kombat chips. He had no chips left, and he begged to play with him for something else. Then I asked if he had any Segov games, including Zero Tolerance. I won the disc, but I regretted the guy and gave him his part of the chips. I asked for the sake of interest where he bought this game, he replied that my classmate Ruslan lost a discette to him in chips.

Teachers with the test went on vacation. I’m at home now, watering flowers. I remembered how it was the first time.

She also ordered the flowers. Then she left with her daughter (my then not even a bride, but a friend).

I was surprised by my future aunt. I asked her, “Well, how did you pour flowers?” I didn’t want to answer banally, “All polished, dear aunt.” I wanted to penetrate in this style: the hibiscus polished, the narcissus moisturized, the pion supplied with moisture...

To do this, he shot all the plantations, called for help in social networks. All the flowers were recognized, the names learned. Waiting for the question of the aunt about irrigation - deployed in a SMS twisted this is all. I sit down, all like adrenaline, waiting for admiration from the aunt.

The answer came almost immediately:

Did you bring your grandmother home? ? to

In the early 1990s, a mother with many children received assistance from a religious community in Germany. The packages were very good. They always sent a lot of products and even toys for children. And here, after receiving the third package, the woman decided to thank the German friends. She went to a good store and bought linen towels and towels there. I picked up the package and sent it to the Germans. A month later, she received a letter from her.

Hi to!

We are very grateful for your package! But we are forced to inform you that we stop helping you because we have made sure that you are on your feet and can make such expensive gifts! Good luck to you!

P.S. In Germany, products from natural fabrics are quite expensive

I was in a shopping center on the weekend. I walked, decided to bite. He went there to the so-called “restaurant courtyard”, took a beer, chewed something. I sit. There are two young ladies nearby. They argue. Speaking both at the same time. Alone with my 5-year-old son. The child runs, whispers, looks at everyone in the plates. Generally it interferes. got them all. Attempts to appeal to the mother’s conscience do not lead to anything... Nearby is a colorful Jewish couple. Both are very old. Finally, the man does not stand and, slightly grazing, gives up. Loud, but I can hear:

“And what a shame, when this young man will fall asleep, everyone around will have to behave quietly... I almost drowned in beer...

When I was a kid and my grandfather took me from the kindergarten, at my request, we first went to the supermarket. Look at what toys, video cassettes with cartoons, and the limit of my fantasies - cartridges on the console. Not to say that I didn’t have toys when I was a child, but what kids don’t like such departments in the store. Although there are children who have a piece of brick was a car, and a plane, and a spacecraft, there would be a fantasy. And being in one such department, we see a picture of a seller showing a toy to a potential buyer, a mom with some little of my years.

It was a pretty large police car on a radio control, with flashes on the roof. The seller somewhat pressed on the controller - the doors of the car opened and police with pistols emerged from them. I opened my mouth. But that was not all. A knock on the controller - and the trunk opens in the car, and a small helicopter with a rotating propeller is installed there. And then the mother of this child asks the seller:

Is the helicopter taking off?

No, it does not take off. The propeller turns.

The little one looked at the machine, then the mother, then the seller and so cynically says:

No need then.

At 14-15, when I wanted to walk around until morning, my parents were against it. I was released until 23:30, maximum 24:00. A minute later, I was punished. And here on some weekends I came later than I could and daddy as usual: "The next weekend no fun." And here’s the long-awaited Friday night, Dad is relentless, and that’s it.

I really need it, everyone is waiting. And I decided that I could go out the window of my bedroom. I prepared in advance under the window on the street foam. jumping out of the window was high and probably loud and was waiting for everyone to fall asleep. Parents check for the fortress of sleep and everything is ready. I took my shoes in my hands, went out and covered the window. And so I go through the courtyard, quietly and as quickly as possible, I am already at the finish, it is left to open the stove and... I hear the voice of the father from behind, saying, “and you are where?” he stood on the threshold all this time and watched me)) I: “Nobody, I’m coming back.”

Getting out, I will tell you, was easier.)