Last year we went to Thailand and bought beautiful umbrellas with bright butterflies. Since there were six identical umbrellas in our group, we wrote our names on them with a special indelible marker.
I only walked my umbrella in Russia once. I was stolen from my closet at work. And although they only come there, I could not find him on the hot tracks.
But the day before I came to work with my umbrella as in nothing. Looking me in the eyes, she said:
My niece brought me an umbrella on vacation.
When I showed her my name on the umbrella, she quietly picked up her things and... resigned!