Two weeks of quarantine, people get bored at home, and everyone knows that everyone goes crazy in their own way. Today at work, the boss told the story of his self-isolation.

For reference, the man is under 60, a military pensioner. I do not know his wife personally, but I know that the lady is also serious, 2 of the highest rule the whole institution is not the first year.





In the words of the boss:



In the second week the roof started to run. My wife and I are watching a movie. There the girl (according to the story of the film, she is a police officer, but something more clever, I don't remember exactly), kidnapped by bad bandits, put a bag on the head and on the whole screen show a view of the package, where she suffocates with her eyes opened. Well, I think to myself, “Didn’t there be enough money in the film’s budget to hire a consultant who would explain that when a packet is suffocated, the packet should just be roasted and breathed calmly?”

The wife heard, began to argue, saying you can't bite the bag when you are suffocated!

I disputed.

First, my wife began to squeeze me with a bag of Ashan, biting me.

Next was a pack of magnets, a bite.

My wife said the packages were very large. She took the smallest and thickest bag in the house, bite. They laughed like two psychopaths.



As a result, the boss won my dispute, admitting that it was the funniest half hour in the entire quarantine.