My childhood was spent in the 90s in a small village in the middle of the taiji. Then much less cared about all age ratings and other heresy. I then watched all kinds of movies with my parents, including Secret Materials, Predator, Alien, Shakma and so on, and of course I was afraid of all the wildness that was shown there. And every time I was afraid, my dad said about the following: "We have 40 weeks of winter standing, no chupacabra will survive in our forest in the winter" and that reassured me.

And then I, for some reason alone, watched John Carpenter’s 1982 film Something.

Parking of one shopping center, a peak hour. The cars are very tight.

I go back and touch a little behind the car.

I go out and see what’s there: and there my room frame is broken and the frame of that car’s number is broken and the dirt on both bumpers “harmed.”

There are no cracks and the paint is not damaged.

The only thing, my machine is dark, the victim is white and there are a couple of strips left on his bumper where dirt slipped.

From the second machine comes first the uncle. Everyone looks at that too.

I apologize and offer immediately on the spot to give money to paint a bumper + a little above. The price was known because after the purchase of the car, the bumper painted. Although, objectively, there would have all solved polishing, but it has collapsed - so you need to correct it.

My uncle looked at it too and agreed.

But here it came out, more precisely she.

The lady came out of the car, the whole police officer (it was before the circus with the horses) and began to whisper (right, guys, really whisper in hysteria), that I broke her car, that she will now call and everyone will sit, that I am 3, 14 full.

Uncle also turned on the rear: no one in place, only we call the mints.

Hour of Peak at TC. People walk by. Idiot, of course, everyone considers me and everyone approaches me with the words: "Well, you give money to a man and go, what are you standing? “”

Everyone had to explain that the police officer promised to arrest me and, in general, against the decision on the spot, insisted on calling for reinforcement.

The support came to us for a long time.

Around even gathered suffering to spectacles citizens, who, having learned all the history and my willingness to give a bag of gold, went to that car, but, having met the lady of the police, went away and twisted their fingers at the chest.

Luckily, after two hours, approximately, goats passed by and, noticing an unhealthy crowd of people, came to help: photographed, gathered data and invited from the morning to a group of adventure analysis.

They departed.

Little spoiler: There was rain at night, heavy rain.

In the morning I came to the group first, while drawing up the documents once again told me why I "pulled" money to settle on the spot. The police officer also stumbled.

Then came the victim (one, without a police lady) and we went to photograph the injury.

Approach, a police officer looks at the bumper: and there is not even a strip of dirt. A crack on the frame.

Police officer to uncle: "You have no injuries, there will be no affairs" (the phrase was more protocol, but the general sense was such).

I said, “You can be free.”

“If you want, go to court.”

and all. I was not even excited.

My uncle said to me, “You offered a bag of money yesterday, can you pay it? “”

Porzal, explained that the way to the tablespoon for lunch and left.

No one filed a case against me, but I suspect that I ruined the man’s life and Madame didn’t forgive him.

My husband and I decided to jump with a parachute. Said is done. We took the course of youth jumping in Dosaaf. There were a lot of young people there. Have fun time. Before jumping, those who do not have a driver's license had to bring a certificate from a narcologist and a psychiatrist. I was unrighteous then. With the narcologist, everything went smoothly, but here is the psychiatrist... I go into the office, there is a young doctor. I didn't even have time to say for anything - where I need a certificate, the "attack" began. I am a doctor, I am a doctor.

B is Hi! How does he jump?

I am a good day! E... what?

How does he jump?

I am who?

W is he!

The fucking! What is it? Check of what? Who is? What to do? Am I crazy?

I am who he is?

I looked around. There is no one in the office except us.

A young man who was with you.

I am where?

It turned out that the doctor was with us on the courses of a young jump, and I, in love and absorbed by the parachute landing, did not remember her.

This is not the case with unhappy patients. You can really go crazy.

Every time you take all of your salary from your bank card, somewhere in the world there is a sad one, Herman Graff.

Parental Chat

When my friend Leisha, a father of three children, gave his daughter to first class for the first time, he was immediately pushed into a newly created parental chat.
Losha cooked a tea, armed himself with a cake with cabbage, put on glasses and went deeper into reading. In the chat ran some active mommies, of those who always know everything, even knowing what will be the number of the bus, on which the guys will go to meet the dawn in eleven years.
...Dear friends, there are three topics on the agenda:
We have to give 800 rubles to the school.
Next week, on the 15th of Tamara Mikhailovna's birthday. I offer a gift of 1000 rubles. Until the mind adds what to give her, what she loves. have to think.
We need to elect the chairman of the parent committee of the class.
Who has any thoughts and ideas about this? Please speak out.
Lozha wiped off the teak, wiped out his hands from the fat cake, pushed the keyboard to himself and began to speak, as they asked:
Dear friends, in my modest opinion, it is too early to give 800 rubles to the guard. If you allow me to contact the Department of Education myself, I will find out in detail and report to you: how, how much money is allocated for the protection of schools, who is personally responsible for the allocated funds and how they are spent?
I think that 1000 rubles for a birthday is quite possible. What Tamara Mikhailovna loves, I don't even imagine, but nothing terrible, until the 15th, there is still a lot of time, we will have time to figure out. The most important thing now is not this, but what I love, and I love inflatable fishing boats with all my heart. First, because Tamara Mikhailovna's birthday is 15th, and I'm already after tomorrow 11th. And yet, somehow it’s not good that we forgot to include Tamara Mikhailovna in our chat, she’s still a great leader. And then, how will she be able to drop down on gifts for our birthday? There is disregard and discrimination against the teacher.
It is necessary to say that one half of the parents immediately put Loshina candidate for the post of chairman of the parental committee, and the other, friendlyly voted for him.
In the past eight years, we can count on the fingers of one hand the cases when the parents of this class collected money for something at least, while they had everything; and excursions and guard and linoleum and everything-everything, even curtains.
However, no one has ever learned what the classy director, the soundtrack and the director of the school likes. True, and Lecha remained without an inflatable boat.

Discrimination on Growth also exists. If someone low asks the high to give him the goods from the top shelf in the supermarket, because he can not reach, he will give with a smile. But try asking someone low to give you the goods from the bottom shelf, as he doesn’t need to bend so much.

Xxx: I remember working with a friend in a good company. But at some point, problems with paying wages began. The circumstances forced me to go to another company, and my friend was persuaded to stay, raising his salary one and a half times. After that, he was paid half a time.