The story happened a long time ago (more than 10 years ago), so only dry facts remained in memory, but I hope it will be interesting to the readers of Picabus.

In our friendly team, in addition to a dozen guys, a young girl also worked, let’s call her Oksana. As usual, she went on maternity leave. She left, and went to her homeland, to Yoshkar-Olu (or somewhere nearby). The male team shrugged his shoulders, and used to sink into work. Contact with her occasionallyined only the manager.

Some time passed (no one noticed it), the end of the year stunned on the nose, the work gained an aural character, everything went in turn. If one day Oksana, having given birth safely in her homeland, did not decide to share her joy and did not send all her former colleagues (and probably many others) a short SMS with the text: "We have a boy, weight is this, height is this." From his new Yoshkar-Olin number.

She didn’t have my number, she didn’t come to me, but Monday in the office started with discussing the consequences of that SMS. Alexia left a friend and left him. Nicholas’s wife hadn’t spoken to him for a week. Sergey’s story was the most colorful:

- My wife just finished checking my phone for correspondence with the mistresses, only I took it in my hands, immediately comes a SMS. I read, my hands sweated instantly. The woman asks, “Where did the SMS come from? “From Balin, spam,” I say.

Share your joy carefully.