The Introduction. I live in my house and have been accustomed to cleaning snow every winter. But periodically I visit a man who lives in an ordinary fifth floor. And now winter has come, but for some reason no one is in a hurry to clean the snow there. Well, it is not difficult for me to remove snow from one entrance, especially since the job itself is sitting, and at home 90% of the time in the chair.

And here is just.

I went out for the second time this winter to clean the snow at the entrance. Dressed the specials, took the blade, works exactly for 10 minutes. But it doesn’t pass for minutes, as I fit, my aunt is 40-45. The next dialogue, BTR - borzaja teta rozmasysta, I am:

BTR - I will come back from the store in half an hour to clean the snow at the third entrance.

I am not.

The BTR operates the mechanism of attack, the target is brought, the projectile is delivered to the trunk, the shovel is placed.

BTR is a baby, and you are not a puppy! ? to Maybe you are tired of working?

Honestly, I was tired of where she learned it, but I was sure that she didn’t want to offer me money, so I decided to hide the stranger (I know, I love, I’m not proud):

I’m a grandmother, or maybe you’re masking your own scarf? At the same time you shake the fat.

What started here. At first she spoke to me alone, but by the way people go to work, hear about the subject of her outrage and also start to say, "we are not cleaned too!! 111", and "they are completely rattled, they are paid, and they do not want to work," even one man connected, decided to tell me that "all professions are important, all professions are needed" and it is necessary to approach this question in good faith. And that’s for 10!! The minute.

I was silently killing the snow all the time, and when I finished, I just left. From the window you can see that the morning picket has already melted, sadly (