I was always worried that my grandmothers were very confident. I’ve always said that if you haven’t called a master, never open the door. Also always the grandmother warned - they will call from the bank, loudly and clearly send this person to the telephone and all. Parents especially warned one more computer people.

A small clarification - my father is negative to the banks, the salary is always received in cash. He never had cards. And yesterday my mom calls and after my warning about new ways of scammers, laughing tells me: they call my father yesterday "from Sberbank", they say you have some suspicious payment from the card passed. My father has no cards. Well he replied to her, “Hospadi, I’m lying there! Are they all sparkly? Well there revived, we stop everything, only the code from the SMS dictated for confirmation. And he, in response, dictates to Beliberto, in short, my mom says that five minutes later, at that end, the tubes did not stand and threw the tube.

This is how I realized that my parents were vigilant. What I wish you!

A true patriot does not sell his country cheaply.

The idiots are saving.
The Ministry of Health decides to save money. Because they are foolish, the savings are foolish.
To begin with, they decided that once the doctor is taught twice as much as the nurse, then the doctor will cope with her duties. The nurses were discharged and the doctors were forced to carry out all the documentation alone. As a result, high-quality specialists are busy half the time with what a not-so-high-paid specialist can do.
After that, right as in the children's cartoon about seven caps from one sheep, the fools began to "saving" again. The doctor spends too much time on the reception (moreover, he smells for himself and for the nurse), let’s reduce the reception time. have reduced. Now almost all the time of reception a doctor who has been taught for 6 to 7 years spends on the work of a nurse who is taught twice as much. There is no time to look at the patient. For excessive consultation - punishment, fools are spared. Uzi, Kt, dead only the plate. for free - punishment for the doctor, fools are spared. As a result, the patients who did not receive help should quietly die to the joy of the fools. But the people "why" do not want to die and call an ambulance. And the challenge is a medical brigade, again - a high-paid. The driver, again, is not one of them. come and understand that the patient does not need an ambulance, and no one provides him with a plan. And the emergency is more expensive than the call to the clinic. That is, one challenge would pay for the correct and normal treatment, but the fools will save. Further, the ambulance or leaves the patient at home and he tries to follow the instances further, or, when the consequences of the planned "non-treatment" become... bad, he will be taken to the hospital. There are high-paid specialists, examinations and hospitalizations, where they carry out treatment that they could spend at home for a lot less money. But the fools are saving. And often after the examination they say - you are treated in the clinic and everything goes on in the second, third and so on. and specialists often in the clinic were not bad, but 12 minutes per patient, 10 of which are spent on holy - to fill out medical documentation. This is why fools don’t save money. And the worst thing is that these specialists in a few years will simply not be able to work normally. Here the documentation they fill will learn to the joy of the fools.

To thank a politician for doing something for the money of the people is the same as applauding a ATM for the money given to you.

This story happened when I was nine years old. During the summer holidays, we gathered together in a company of 5-6 people and walked, sometimes getting into all kinds of repairs.



In our village there were two secondary schools and a sanatorium-type school. At the end of this school was a small two-story building, where there was a boiler and laundry room. In that summer there started repairs, as I understand - repairing the boilers. Because they were removed, and the top partially dismantled the brick pipe to the roof level. We went there with the crowd, it was interesting. But there was no one there, and by eternal distortion everything was open.



We went to the roof to see what was going on. I don’t know who, but not me, the “genial” idea came to mind to go down the pipe. Everyone is afraid, but weakness can be refused. In order to be less puzzled, it was decided to climb in shorts. Good below still flowed water, although rusty and stagnant. It was done by everyone in turn. I think you can imagine what we looked like after such a trip))).



Not just Yuri. He was fat, not to say that he was a gyrobasse, but rather bitter. He was afraid to get stuck. And then someone came to mind an even more brilliant idea - to go down the pipe down the head. I’m just sure that this would have been done, but here Juric saved us, he couldn’t stand the ridicule and use in the pipe. And then happened what he feared – he stuck at the level of transition between the first and second floors. First he cried when he flooded, then he started crying, and then he started crying. I understand that at the age of nine all potential astronauts, pilots and representatives of other heroic professions, but still they remain little boys who are afraid to be trapped in a dirty and dark tube.



We called the military council right on the roof and decided to help. In fact, there were two options: throw a rope that we didn’t have, or try to push it. They found some kind of bamboo rod with which the electricians hang the wires, and began to push it from the top. Naturally, we couldn’t do anything, only hurt him, and he started screaming and crying even more. Here we were caught by a guard. I can imagine what impressions he had – a wattage of dirty boys and whispering in the pipe. Oh, we got it then, and there, and at home. Emergency workers were called, who dismantled part of the pipe and released Yurk.



After a few years, he stretched out and lost weight, but the nickname behind him remained - Jurka-pipe cleaner.



I often recall this story when I begin to talk about what kind of children now went, we weren’t. We were like that, we forgot.

I went to the Politics. As it happens before the exam, the stomach turned.

By the smell of shit, I found a toilet in the hallway.

I go in, it smells, it cuts my eyes.

Of the two pushes, one does not work and hangs a paper over it "do not mess."

But to the edge to the edge! Above there is a board, you can see that the shit stopped, and it is also on it!



Fuck, almost 20 years have passed, and it still runs away from this pyramid of shit.

I had so recently in a dream run away from a giant bear, the most terrifying thing was how he whispered loudly, I heard that whisper right behind my back, and at one moment I clung, fell, and he pursued me, still loudly whispering and knitting my teeth. At that moment I woke up, in complete darkness...but the bear was still here, it was said by his terrible whirling which did not happen anywhere, only a couple of seconds later when the brain finally woke up I realized that it was wildly snoring my wife ))))

We end up celebrating in a small but genuine pathos café, such with hipsters, tofu sausages, smoothies and mohito...

We are already going out, but I notice - behind one table sits a raised girl, surrounded by three (!) A waitress or a guardian.

The girl has a tragedy - came on a date with a guy, who in advance offered to divide the account in half, but after a bit, photos for an Instagram - went to the toilet, and disappeared... Very mysteriously! And his subscriber is no longer a subscriber... And in the coffee shop they are already accustomed to the habits of the hipsters – so they have a very strict policy on paying bills – no passport phones in deposit, or pay, or the police. Washing clothes is for anyone.



And the girl now pay for two. Money is hardly enough for one of them. She roars, the waiters yell, the guard-administrator snoops and flies his fists.

We find out how much debt, the amount for the cafe is really small - in the account of allop ara of liquid salads-smoothies, a couple of pizzas, beer and what a little bit - so we just give the administrator bills, he kicks the waiters - the girl is released from the siege. We are almost out, but the girl is catching us, grumbling of gratitude, vowingly promising to return us the money, this is all... She will call us!

She does not call us her phone number prudently, and does not ask for our number, so we only kindly sneak and hurry to get rid of her.

And here the toona makes a "decisive step" - sharply accelerates, and runs past our company, jumping into the route. The route is leaving, and it shows us the "fax" in the window - only with the index finger.



This is funny and strange. We didn’t ask for money back, we just paid. And even her name was not asked, so once she was released, she was just removed and all.

But whether she thought of something especially erotic and frightened, whether she and her boyfriend have such a way of divorcing others... He runs away immediately, and she then cries with tears.



But to watch her beating us, and then trying to insult us in a strange way, it really was more fun than the comedians from the cafe. A funny end to the weekend.