Husbands and their duration. One woman in the hallway lived in a closet, from which suddenly, without a declaration of war, the door fell, well not on the head.
The woman tried to solve the problem with her own hands, almost succeeded, but this time the breaking door acted more targeted.
On the forehead, the head whispers, the shelf with the collection of vessels is removed, the door is pleasantly opened across the corridor, and I want to hang myself.
But the woman did not look for easy ways, and so found a phone on the Internet and called her husband.
I told him about the smuggling of household items.
The husband of the Hour ringed in the phone and asked what he could be useful to.
How what? → A woman surprised. The repair! Write the address.
My husband breathed hard, but the address was recorded.

At the half-sixth on the threshold appeared an unshaken embal and humorously asked: - What to repair?
The owner said, “Are you just on the sanitary? by all? It is great!
The bowl in the toilet is running, the crane in the kitchen is splashing like a rage, the outlet is sparkling, and the light bulb has burned out, I tried to twist - it is not twisted! Do you have a drill? Can I hang a mirror? You can, yeah? How lucky I was with you!
Ambal made it clear that he would prefer a less extensive field of activity. But yet he shrugged the tank with the crane, changed the light bulb, repaired the socket, hung the mirror, at the same time moved the stove and then asked: - Where is the door?
The door still holds. Thank you, a huge thank you! The hostess said.
Finally, our JES started to work. How much do I owe you?
What does it mean to hold? The one that fell out of the closet? They asked themselves.
Did I ask? I don’t have such a closet. Are you from Jesse? Do not approach! I will scream! Are you a maniac?! to
And who else? We, maniacs, like to maniack when nothing is shining around, otherwise no pleasure. Don’t make a circus.
Calls unknown who, demands unclear what, I, like the fool last, I think, a lonely aunt, help no one, okay, here next door, through the house, what is there, and you are me about maniacs?! I am a doctor, not a calling maniac! Do good after that!
“Oh,” said the red housewife and laughingly smashed her springy nose. – is
Honestly, I didn’t call anywhere, I swear! Is the address confused?
This is the 68th house, not the 168th. Sorry, it was so uncomfortable! Let me feed you for dinner! I need to rehabilitate somehow. Or you and the
Will you go to the 68th house?
Ambal kept silent, looked at the housewife again, smelled and said, “Let’s not turn charity into a routine. And for dinner, the same chicken that burns up in the kitchen?

A woman from the 68th house, tired of jumping through the door, called her husband again. With claims on the subject “where your conscience” and
“How much can I wait.”
- I hear you for the first time, how do I know where they called, I am normal, and with hearing normal, and with the head! Will you continue to scream or record you? On Saturday, the next day. Here’s what, take your husband and tell him what and when to do, scandalist!
He dropped the phone, the bastard.

The woman knocked the door in her heart and cried.
I cried a long time.
And late in the evening, she called her ex-husband, who was supposed to be a lifetime, and it turned out that in comparison with life - only for an hour. Through the clutches, she told me about the door. And about the fact that she didn’t need him for a hundred years, lived without him, and will continue to live. And that she is very bad. The door has nothing to do with it. Absolutely nothing to do.

A year later, in August, a woman whispered to her ex-husband, “Do you see the couple out?” The man is healthy and the girl is red.
He is a surgeon in cardiology. Tomorrow I will tell the girls, all, late, married, broke a guy!