Covered
I have a producer-general on one TV project – a gorgeous woman of fifty years, but she looks like 39.
A very bad girl... behind her back everyone calls her Gorgona, for her gentle temper probably...
But there’s one strange thing about her – it’s her mobile phone, it’s uncomfortable even for an old retiree... and that’s with the fact that Gorgona’s laptops aren’t cheaper than three “pins” and she changes them right away as soon as Steve Jobs seduces her with a new model.
At first they told her:
- Throw away this pre-dump crash, even the black and white display in it.
To which Madame stoned, shrugged her face and whispered in response:
I’m not paying you for giving me cell phone advice. and what
You are not satisfied with me!!? to
On her birthday, the entire company has been down on expensive phones several times. Madame driedly thanked... and continued to walk with her old man. And so for ten years!
And two months ago, during a meeting, everyone noticed with horror that the back cover of her phone went away and was wrapped by a Scotch RIGHT TO THE SCREEN... Since then no one has even hinted on Gorgone about the novelty of telephone construction... In the corner there were jokes like: “she has an egg in the phone, and death in the egg...”
And what about if a person is everywhere driven by a personal driver - it is stupid to teach him life and discuss his Scottish phone.
But I still took the risk...
He went to the Savelovsky market, tormented the surprised merchants for two hours, but found what he was looking for.
The next day, while no one was there, I looked at our lady in the office and said:
- Although March 8 has already passed, but I still want to bow and
Give you a mega stuff.

With these words, I put a new back cover from her old phone on the lacquered table.
She unexpectedly quickly grabbed her, kissed her, and... separated herself.
Her hands did not listen and I myself replaced the cracked lid with a new one.
When I was already in the door, the Iron Lady said:
Thank you, you don’t know what you did for me. I will live my
The little boy! He has become like a new one!
...You know, this phone has two minutes of a dictionary recording of our conversation with our husband. He called, congratulated me on my birthday and said how he loves me, even sang a piece of the song about the mammoth... Almost nine years have passed.
He never returned from that trip and died in an accident.

But she is not Gorgon.