You had an apple and I gave you one more. How many apples do you have?

Yyy: one apple Because one + an apple = one apple.

xxx: your native language is java script

The last ones leaving the battlefield are not the heroes, but the maroders.

I will share my experience of purchasing goods with imposed payment.
The case is old, the times when there were no internet shops, but the service "goods by mail" worked.
Once I found a booklet from “Book by Mail” in my mailbox, I ordered a geographical atlas of the world. I don’t remember the price right now, but the atlas was quite expensive. When the mail received the package, the mind was not enough to refuse, because the banderoll was suspiciously small in size. Immediately unpacked and found that I was sent a 6x8 cm format souvenir booklet.
Yes, theoretically it was an atlas of the world, but to read something in it, I needed the Hubble Telescope, which I never had. In response to my calls for justice, the staff members of the communications department compassionately complained to me and angered me.
I found that advertisement at home. He killed a lot of time, but patiently ordered almost their entire library.
For two weeks I was beaten up by the postmakers with their demands to pick up a mountain of mailings. They were threatened with incomprehensible penalties, but I was morally prepared to do so and absolutely refused to receive them.
The books were returned to the sender.

The airline "Victory", whose aircraft due to the wind arrived at the destination one and a half minutes earlier, asked passengers to pay extra.

We had meetings with the Director-General once a week. At the same time, there was a strict rule that all mobile phones should be turned off. At my first meeting, the head of the transport department was deprived of a part of the prize for ringing his phone. I learned the lesson.

as though.

At the second meeting I sit in the company of other bosses (their 30-40 people), some of whom I don’t even know. In the middle of the meeting, a cocooning begins. Nothing surprising – on the street summer, green outdoors, open windows. But then I realize it’s knocking my phone in my pocket.

It was my first phone — Panasonik (pictured in the comments) with polyphony, seven different background lights, and a factory recording of a cowboy in the woods.

The phone is knocking, and I’m afraid to move, but I see a few people counting how much they’re knocking. Very carefully and imperceptibly, I manage to cut off the challenge in my pocket. And I see how these people breathe unhappy, not counting until twenty.

And I got so much adrenaline that I even got a “ku” in this job.

I liked one girl and I flirted with her. One day, during the trip of our group, we stopped at a gasoline station and she bought me a pack of gum.

I tried to give her $1 for it, but she refused to accept it. So I placed them in her pocket. And she then put them in my backpack...so the dollar started there/here.

We have found stupid ways to pass it backwards. I sent it to her by mail. She turned him in a rubber envelope and offered a little.

Then I decided to invite her to a date on that $1 I wrote, “Would you go on a date with me?”

She said “Yes”



Four years later, I still keep that dollar. On our anniversary, I wrote on the bottom of the bill "Will you go out for me? “” We have been married for 15 years and have 3 wonderful children.

We still keep that dollar.