I remember in my student years, I worked in Ostankino, a scene collector, collected the program known to everyone at the time Factory of Stars, and on the decorations sits a black guy and does nothing, well, many began to whisper among themselves, type of which is stuck and does not work. As a result, someone approached him, and in our Russian-Math language, explained that there is nothing to cool down, let’s work like everyone else. He pulled with us from probably half an hour to various decorations, until a scriptwriter ran and said that he was a participant in the program. It was later revealed that it was Pierre Narcissus. (That’s how it’s called)

I have one aunt, she is one of those people whose boldness is just over the edge. At the time, I was still apologizing to people when they asked me to borrow money, but now I just refuse. I then arranged to work on a monolithic house building and had a very good money. Of course, all the relatives knew. And apparently my mother told my aunt what my first salary was, and she needed the money very urgently. And now my phone is ringing and her number is lit up.

I am I, my aunt

Just from Flight

T: - Save your mother, I have already spoken to your mother, she supported me, I need 8 thousand.

I have never even talked to her personally before.

I: Oh shit, there is no money.

T: How is it? ! to You are working!

I: - Well, I work, but here you have to pay for the apartment and buy. (Yes, I used to be soft-hearted, now I would have sent it right away.)

Q: So where did you put all the money? You got 60,000!

I: - (no fucking fucking, forty) the debt distributed, done, spent. (I can’t believe I was as stupid as I was)

T: So take what my mom gave her and I’ll give it to her later.

I: So it is you and her that decide.

T is NDA? ... look at it. Do not ask us for help.

He dropped the phone. Immediately the mom called, said that now will call my aunt and will ask for money, say you just don't give her, or she will never give. I explained to her the conversation that had already taken place and said with such clutches the next time I will send a walk to the side ***. And since recently, they have not communicated with their mom, because the latter did not give her a washing machine when she bought a new one, but gave it to her daughter. But I can see that my mother is happy with it.

This story took place in the late 1980s at Denver Airport (DEN). I just arrived from Houston (where I lived) and was about to take a flight departing from Denver. And here I go through the airport, pulling a suitcase behind me, I don’t touch anyone... And then my aunt jumps over me and says loudly, “Hey, the carrier! Bring my suitcases to the check-in stand in landing area 34!” He puts his suitcases on my side. I think what to do next, especially given that my flight is just departing from Landing Zone 34. The decision is made, we execute. I pass my suitcases and continue on my way.

After a few moments to the aunt comes that her demand has been ignored and she pursues me, on the move beginning to whistle. When she grabbed me, she grabbed me in the ear, “I’m not used to repeating! “To which I answer, ‘Here’s great, don’t repeat it again. Please leave me alone.” In general, she pursued me all over the terminal, throwing her suitcases in the middle of the passage.



And here I am in Landing Zone 34. At the check-in stand I greeted the check-in officer and asked her to open the entrance to the landing corridor so that I could get onto the plane and start preparing him for flight. And then our aunt arrived at the registration stand and cried out, “No, I won’t let this lazy carrier escape the punishment! He dropped my suitcases! I want him fired!”

The registrar looked at me and asked, "Don't you think it is necessary to remove this lady from the flight?" I replied, “Yes, of course. Safety of crew and passengers. Inadequate behavior, possibly alcoholic intoxication. The servant smiled and said, “I’ll call the security service and take care of the bureaucracy. “Happy flight Captain!”

The Doctor of Science first read a lecture at the institute. At the end of the course, the students took the exam. At the first examination he passed, putting him a naught.



Then, after listening to the answers of the others, he searched for the first one in the dormitory in the evening and, apologizing, rearranged emy neud to the perfect.

Not so long ago, my sister flew to Switzerland to relax from everyday life, ski, drink hot chocolate, admire the mountains. She returned, tells about her impressions and in a bunch of information not interesting flies one very funny phrase: "In general, I was very surprised by their mentality." I’m a simple person, I hear about mentality – I ask what it’s about. My sister tells a story.

The girl and her mother go through the park, walk, communicate and then suddenly the girl says, "Mommy, it is hard for me to carry a doll." A. the doll, it should be noted, was actually the height of a little more than half the girl. The mother replied, “Let’s put her here on the bench and take her on the way back?” Then they really just put the doll on the edge of the bench and continue their way. This is the European mentality.

The interests of the state and the people usually do not coincide.

By education I am an engineer. I know that any phenomenon can be explained without resorting to the help of supernatural forces. I do not believe in hell. But some phenomena can put you in an impasse.
My mother lived a long life, went to a different world at the age of 97. She lived in Israel with my brother. One day I dream. My mother approaches me, young as a child, and says she came to say goodbye, she leaves. I was not surprised that my mom was so young and that she was in Los Angeles. I just asked:
You are where?
to Dad.
So Dad died.
I know.
Then my mother told me a lot of warm words, begged me not to be upset, and left. When I woke up, I said to my wife:
Mother is dead.
Did they call you from Israel?
No, but I know it.
I called in half an hour. I have always been very close to my mother. As a child, as an adult, and when my mother was very old. I always felt connected, regardless of distance. I do not believe in afterlife. I still feel the connection with my mother. I know that she helps me in difficult moments, in solving difficult questions, I advise, and I get an answer. To date, the mechanism of this phenomenon cannot be explained, but the fact that there is a connection between mother and son, between twins, is a fact.
P.S Interestingly, such a connection exists also between spouses who have lived together for a long time. I like to go to the mountains. I put a lot of weight on myself. One day, on a very hot day, I lost consciousness. Probably solar or heat shock. I woke up from a phone call. My wife called and asked if I was okay. I explained the situation, the wife called the son, he came and helped go home. Neither before nor after my wife called me when I went to the mountains. I asked why this phone call. The wife said that she felt a strong alarm, everything came out of her hands. One day scientists will be able to explain this phenomenon.

I have a trailer, a bio-toilet is installed in the car house, and a hole for the bay of chim. The fluid comes out of the car. I put the A-92 sign on the cover. I get out of the entrance in the morning, and near my car lies a canister, the hose is woven into the toilet neck and surrounded in a radius of 2 meters.