At the dawn of my dim youth, when I had not yet had time to break up with my virginity, but had already had time to get out of school at a medical college (then it was called a medical school) in the specialty of a midwife, this story happened. I sit in the guest house of my sister, and here one of her friends invites me to say so on a t-a-tet to the bathroom. With his humble eyes, he says:

- You are studying at the gynecologist, and you can't look, or I have "there" some pimples, it's not syphilis?

So show me.

She pulls her shirt, then trousers, I look - there's really something, but the most that pulls her pimples - it's irritation after shaving. I look seriously, reassure about syphilis, but I advise, once so afraid to pass the analysis anonymously (just in those years they were allowed to do). Then I go out, I see my sister and two other friends standing in the hallway and looking, “Well, you’re a fool.”

After many years, having met this girlfriend heard the story - it turns out, my sister and friends decided to "check" me (just don't understand what), like I would use her, and they would break in and "save" her.

So why didn’t you react, you’re just a virgin?

- You are stupid, according to my situation, the doctor turned on, so I did not see the girl naked in you, but, sorry, the object of the examination, and the brains only in the direction of medicine worked. I had one practice mentor — the head of the town named Goliath (an epic character, I report to you, under two meters tall, with an underarm thick with my leg and a palm able to embrace a three-litre bowl), so he always said in response to the whispers of the young man who first went to the examination of a male gynecologist — where do you see the man? You think of me dress, no, it’s armor! As long as I am in it, I am not a man, but a function!

It was long ago. There was a young man at work. We all earn the same money, but he never had his own cigarettes.

As a smoker, he gives everything, let me smoke. And most importantly, he shot on a sliding schedule - first at one, then at the second, then at the third, and so over the day he had time to "shoot" everyone.

At first, everyone suffered, well, do some people have financial problems? Then they began to refuse – said, at the last. But that didn’t stop him, the “shooting” continued every day.

In short, we decided to study it. He started borrowing small sums before his salary.

Who will borrow 200 rubles? So at the end of the month and borrowed from him I do not remember now how much. For that money, I bought him a cigarette.

After the receipt, we gathered in the cigarette and said to him, "Do you remember borrowing from you? I am so much, is he so much?”

I remember, he said. “Well,” we say, “we don’t have money – take all the cigarettes, or you never have them!” And we give him a package filled with packages!

He swallowed, but took the package and left silently. But then he was whispered as a grandmother from the "shooting"!

He worked with us for a long time and turned out to be a good guy, but most importantly, he never "shoot" anyone else.

People's servants, like socks, to smell less, need to be changed more often.

Sanitary at Distance

Theme

The sharp rise in the prices of pasta products can not but bother the Russian authorities. After all, literally in the coming days, December 17, a large press conference of the president will be held, where there will be an urgent need for a large number of lapis.

Xxx: I found a laptop on a bench near the university. I worked at one of the departments. He glued to the bench a note with his phone number and the inscription: “Here was a laptop.” Two hours later, the student called in a pre-steric state, and after describing the bag and model of the laptop gave the happy owner the finding.

YYY: And what next?

Xxx: Then I had other classes, I took 4 hours, went to the toilet twice for the little one. The couple went home. The journey took 40 minutes, but the weather was good, and I had a very interesting audio podcast to listen to. I ate dinner at home. I don’t remember that day, it was more than five years ago.