Yesterday I stood at the box office in Lenta, sorry: in the yellow-blue shop with sunflower.

A row of 15 minutes, the car parked kilometers for 2, everything is filled. The cashier breaks the goods, I give a discount card and I get the price. I pulled the phone to pay and it became clear on my face that I had forgotten. I asked to postpone the package, but I will come not earlier than in 15 minutes, which the man behind me with his wife at the box office said that he will pay for my purchase, and I will transfer. He paid for 800+ rubles for my purchase, I took his number and came to the car and transferred the money. Even on the face of the cashier there was a slight shrinkage.

It was very warm in the soul! Not everyone in today’s reality will do that.

It was a long time ago, human greed was not yet out of the boundaries, and compassion for grief was natural. I knock at the door, I see the neighbors on the ground up, vanity what it is.

I open. Two daughters came, in tears, clothes trembling. They say, “Help, whoever can, to the funeral, our grandfather died!” A neighbor-grandmother on the venue slowly began to count the money in her wallet, saying, "Woe what! “”

I asked, “Which apartment?”

From the “59th”

I am standing, dumb, reading a familiar number.

I live on the first floor, apartments up to the 36th... I go further, in my head I think, so the second entrance, the sixth floor, the apartment to the right...

Bl... that! This is Serena’s apartment. A friend from his childhood, yesterday drunk beer with him in the park! He lives with his mother and has no one else. What kind of grandfather? All my childhood was running. "And the number of the apartment remembered only visually, while Serezha was wearing the socks under his pants! Here is the room at the door of the apartment and stumbled out of impatience.

Why the children number? Sixth floor, right, here is the full address! He briefly stopped the neighbor, telling the aunts that they should disappear for five minutes before the police arrived. They really evaporated faster... So I first encountered this kind of scam, and the grandmother of the neighbor was in shock.

The acquaintance shared. He drove to work last weekend in his wife's car (his car is in service), and she has a yellow Nissan March. The guy himself is quite strong and solid and looks a bit funny in such a car.

But to the case: I eat, he says, narrowing the road, the strip to the right of it ends and begins to crack it black X5, dull, without a turntable and without giving an advantage climbs right into its strip. The acquaintance decided not to change the trajectory of movement and speed, as a result of winged wings - an accident.

A young lady runs out of Bavaria and begins to shout wildly: you had to give in, what did you do, where you go, and so on. Comrade, understanding that there is no need to count on an adequate conversation and eureka, causes GIBDD.

A minute after twenty comes the row, the girl (D) immediately runs to the patrol car, begins to tell the employee (C) that she was just driving, and she was struck. The acquaintance (Z) also stood by and the following dialogue took place:

D: He hit me, I was just driving, I was right!

C: Here everything is clear about the location of the cars, of course you are right, the driver of the BMW should have given up to you when rebuilding. Are you a BMW driver? He addresses a acquaintance.

I was driving on March.

The son told. I’m sitting with my friends at the cafe in the evening. Those who smoke, those who only smoke. Suits a man strongly in support, begins a conversation for life. I wanted to talk, apparently. He stands next to and offers something, and even Gosha from time to time pulls his sleeve, listen, say. After some time, Goshe got tired of it, he said something to him almost to his ear, he sneezed and decidedly headed toward the road. Come to the sign of the pedestrian crossing and let it roll and pin.

The haishniki, who guarded on the opposite side of the street, were so upset by such greed, but quickly confounded and bound the hero.

We then asked Gosh what he said to him. Yes, he got me so, says, I see - mints like, well, and sent him to them closer:

- We argue on the bubble, you will not break the mark!

At the end of the last century I worked at a factory in a shop and was sent to find out something at the Department of the Chief Metallurgist. I go into one office, I ask, I am answered: "This is Petrovich doing, go to the office number 25". Hm, I think somehow without a name to a man directed, strange, okay. I go in at 25 and say, “I need Petrovich.” Tired of breathing, one of the women responds:

Not “needed” but “needed”. Nina Ivanovna Petrovich is me.

I don’t remember the exact name, but the name surprised me for a long time.