I came to wash the car. Next to two mouths. One “Slavian”, the other “Middle Asian”.

This was later explained to me when the Uzbek guy started washing my car.

I went out, sat on the bench, waiting.

A medium-sized uncle is suitable:

This is where you put the car...

In the sense of these?

With the non-Russian

I don’t care who washes my car. I am not a supporter of nationalism.

Not nationalism, of course. Why not let them earn their own?

Are you yours?

and yes. I am a Christian. I work in a neighboring house.

A competing company. Bezenchuk and his sons. Marketing is shit.

What kind of sons? What marketing?

and none. I am not a Slav.

And who?? to

What is the difference? How much does it cost to wash? The sedan?

Six hundred

They have four hundred. What are you doing with your two hundred pounds of excess?

Okay I understood...

has gone. I was offended. My own shit.

It was in 1 course. When I went to the hostel, my grandmother brought me cakes. The next day, after a couple, I was met in the hallway by a neighbor with a frightened face. Next I am I, the neighbor:

I. What is it?

C. Yesterday your neighbors served me cakes, and when I ate a couple of pieces, they said that they were with hormones, said specifically for you. You have problems with hair growth. That from them grows the beard, the moustache and the voice grows rough. Is it true?

I am. (According to the neighbors, she simply took the cakes on the table without permission. I am also a fan of it (Yes. The Truth. (I told her something about my slow hormone production process)

C. And what should I do?

I. I do not know. Buying a shave?

Conversation is over. This situation made us in a mood for the whole night. The next day, I decided to tell her the truth (not to take other people without asking). She believed the truth not immediately, thought I was reassuring.

My grandmother’s cakes were cakes.

We don’t have a lunch area at work, so we have lunch at work. And in order not to confuse customers when they approach, we clean the food tanks under the table. I sit at home, I eat. A girl comes in, looks at me with a shocked look and asks:

You are what?

- Habit, fucking... - I say, pulling out the plate from under the table...

A few days ago, my grandparents (they are 70 years old) went to the hospital for injections, further from their words.

The first to the office went grandfather, put an injection in a vein, immediately the doctor comes out and says another man can go in.

There were no men in the line and the doctor said to come in to the one who is not embarrassed.

Grandma went in, the injection put in the buttock straight against grandfather.

Grandfather looks at her, and the grandmother with the words look me not sorry, turns and drops her pants for the injection, and the grandfather with a serious face, silenced for a couple of seconds and sadly said: shameless.

The doctors began to look around in confusion, a little later the grandmother told them that it was her grandfather.

I worked in a large production. The area is not small, passing alone. The transmission mode - electronic passes and helicopters. Later than 8 you will not enter, before 17 you will not leave (except for the bosses).

I am going to leave the workshop, the time is 16-50, just ten minutes to get to the passageway. My colleague is not in a hurry, I tell him go, time is gone. He answered me:

“No, I’m delaying, I don’t want to watch the zombies.

He went to the cigarette.

I think what are the zombies? I approach the passageway, I look at the clock, fucking, I reached too fast, I dropped the speed to the minimum, and then I got there. Everything is exactly the same, slowly, barely rearranging the legs from different paths and paths flowing to the passageway, pulling the time, before 17 still do not pass. There are many, and they are becoming more and more. The picture is awful, well one in one of the mansions of evil or walking dead.

On the subject of the fact that dogs get used to the owner, and cats to the place can be discussed endlessly. I will try to convince you. By the will of fate, I had to take a cat to me for PMJ after the death of my relative. The cat is wise and I have known it since childhood. At some point, my wife and I noticed that the puffy tail got into the depths of the closet, buried in the depths of the clothes and didn’t get out of there for hours. After a thorough investigation, we established the cause of the strange behavior of our guardian. The whole thing is that in the innermost of the closet was found the sweater of the previous owner... The cat missing a loved one completely plunged into the smell of a lost forever friend. Now the gun has its own basket with a wool sweater bed.

Take care of your loved ones.

I go to work with my father in the shop. At the same time there was my future husband, whom my father asked to help. I went through the workshop, I see: he is working on the crusher, he does not see me. I approached him and kissed him a bit for the pop. He jumped back with large wild eyes and a stick in his hands. I ask, “You are what?” He was shocked: "There were only me, your father and two brothers of Sidov. I was wondering which one of them would have to get rid of.”

In the 1990s, the cemetery was covered by bandits. In the zero are mentions. The 10th is covered by the FSB.
Well, in the twentieth years, God himself ordered to take the staff of the administration of the president.

According to a familiar doctor.

Each of the doctors working in the clinics encountered such a person as: "I know everything myself, and you are stupid, and I will tell you how to treat me." At the same time, these characters are "prescribed" in the clinic and go there almost every day.
So one day such a patient took out a respected doctor in years. The doctor, by the way, was the charm and politeness. Patients have always (well or almost always) been sincerely grateful to him. The doctor, having had to listen to the "personage", her endless "all the thieves are doctors around, nobody knows how to treat and does not want to," - did not stand and openly sent to x#@. The person was naturally upset to the depths of the cockerel by such a statement and she immediately ran with a complaint to the chief doctor. This dialogue took place in the headquarters:

A person from the threshold of transitioning to ultrasound: - Do you know what your doctor permitted?! to
The doctor-in-chief said, “I’m sorry, but I’m absolutely sure that Dr. K. couldn’t do anything damnable – that’s Dr. K!
The person, clutching from the overwhelming feelings: - This is your K... He... He... He sent me to x#@!! to
The doctor answered surprisedly and upsetly: - And you decided that it was here?! to

As a teenager, you think that one day you will meet someone special, and by 30 you realize that you are special. Normal are few.

My friend was interviewed a few years ago. I remembered...

Further in his name.

I went to an interview with a manager for the sale of armor. I knew nothing, but I read and prepared. Work was very needed.

has arrived. I sit in the corridor next to the director’s office. A man of 25 years. He asks me, “Who are you? “” I still wondered if he answered it or not, if there was little hell from the mountain. But I decided that I would not miss: "I am a sales manager for the interview." The second question from the guy: “Are you a fool? “” How I didn’t put him there, I don’t know. People looking for work are very modest. In any case, he replied, “No.” The man: “Come to the staff department, make the documents”

He was the owner of a small but proud company. Urgently needed was sold, and the director did not like to conduct interviews.

This is a fast interview. They still work together.

And you say “Lusher tests,” “polygraphs,” “assessments.” You can’t waste your time and ask the most important question :)