Xxx: I am 44, offers to change jobs come 1-2 times a month.



Yyy: And always from the current work.

I live in Riga, I drive an older Audi A6, sometimes I go for spare parts to a small store. It is held by two brothers, a Lithuanian, never thought that the communication with the seller gives so many positive emotions.

I: Good morning, I need the right front upper lever.

Seller: Well what to say, if you sell a car and do not like the buyer very much, that is, China-8€, if you save a lot, then China too, but better, for a year will be enough-12€.If you respect yourself and the car then take Spain-15€, cheap and high-quality lever. Well, if you get money, then take a German for 25€, quality like the Spanish, but the box is beautiful.

Here is such a simple and obvious explanation, it is a pity that such stores are gradually giving up under the pressure of large networks.

xxx: worked in a door office, and there was a large corporate order of iron doors for the whole multi-storey. In short, the lifting of the door promised the Nihua grandmothers, because 50p for the floor is not a fur-flies in 2005. Well, we went with another guy (the former Airborne officer, I don't know the truth or not, but he had at least paratroopers "for you" and "parachute"), came to the object and wavered, the doors turned out to be heavier and raised on two entrances, four pieces to the floor and all this from the first to the sixteenth. I entered the first entrance, and the gastarbayters are already tinting the walls on the stairs. After evaluating the scale of the shit, the stological laziness and the care of one of my only backs, a shameless plan was born, reliable as a Swiss clock, with which I went to the robbery. Having explained that the doors are iron, heavy, and the stairs are narrow, and said as if we did not have to restructure after us, it is true that there is one variant: "I see a crane you have with a large crane, and what if the doors are fucked in a crane and a crane to give us?" He thought and agreed. We stumbled on the door, and ourselves walked to the 16th floor, pushed out of the balcony, prorab began to supply commands in the rack. The crane stood on the other side of the building), and we began to slowly press our doors to each floor. But then it happened, but if the first just pulled, then in the middle of them it is not so easy to get out of the swimming bath, and you have to go into it by serving your partner. Here the VDVshnik pale, said that Nougonahui and in general, the shorter I used. oh fuck, what untransmitted sensations I experienced then, it is just shit. To say that in the swinging bath with iron doors under the frozen autumn rain is scary - not to say anything, but greed and care for the health of the back turned off the fear, and we so much in a couple of hours earned very good grandmothers. I no longer thought of doing such a shit, I am afraid of fucking from the height of the table, but I was not offered such money anymore.

Those who, according to the latest fashion, constantly introduce different anglicisms, either know English too well, which is doubtful, or, more likely, have difficulties with Russian.

In the 1980s, an interesting incident occurred at the Yai Higher Military Aviation School of Pilots. One of the pilot zones for course flights was located next to the airway. A student on an independent flight saw an An-24 flying nearby, and decided to upgrade. He flew closer, shook his wings (type, I’m so cool!) and went. What was his surprise and the surprise of the flight manager when the same AN-24 landed behind him? The civil pilot justified himself: "A military fighter flew, swung its wings and turned to the left, which according to international rules means 'After me!'. I have 40 passengers behind me. I obeyed...”

Have you smoked for a long time?
25 years.
Did you start at 5?
In fact, I am 42.
You look great!
It is already alcohol.