Grandmothers always worry about their grandchildren. But sometimes it goes to the absurd.

When I was 11, I had the honor of going to a chess competition in another city. One day, they were taken to play with a girl named Katya. The game ended in my favor, we shrugged each other’s hands and Katya left the room. I quickly set up the chess, noted the result and also went to the exit.

But the chief judge stopped and began a strange dialogue:

Ammwintersky, have you ever threatened Katie?

In the sense?

Katie’s grandmother said you threatened her with a knife under the table.

Am... a shock. Just imagine an 11-year-old girl in a strange city, without her parents, accused of threatening another child. There was no camera at the time, and my under-chess brain began to broadcast, “I’m a child, and that woman is an adult. They will believe me, but I will not.” When I was a child, I thought that adults were always right. Previous PostPrevious A Prostitute. It burned a week later.

It is good that Katya herself came and confirmed that there were no threats. My grandmother was just worried about her granddaughter. For her disqualification, Katy was barely disqualified. And I understood one thing for myself – how terrible a grandmother is when she is not yours.

The Metro. Three teenagers under the age of 16 for nothing to do began to open the door of the car while moving.

One of the most powerful, let’s say. He could not stand in place. The hormones strain his brain as much as they can. He was the inventor. The second is influenced. He helped open the door. The third was just watching. So, when the composition started to brake in the tunnel because of the activist’s joke, none of the passengers present interfered. But when they opened the door for the second time, it was wider and the driver asked to leave the door alone. I exploded. Because the first guy expressed the "funny" idea of sucking in the open door.

I understand (read: I hope and believe) that he was just joking. Then he said, “You fools! Get out of the door!”

None of the passengers paid attention to them.

The active guy pointed out his attitude to my words as a "psychic" woman. The door did not touch anymore. The second guy calmed down, and the first could not restrain himself and just started running on the wagon.

I went to the playground with the kids yesterday. The weather is nice, the mood is good. While my jumps and slides, I looked around the site territory and somehow the mood became smooth. A lot of rubbish. Apparently, someone sat well the day before, because on the site in different corners were: a box of cake, juice packages, five bottles of "Baltic" and other small garbage. I collected it all and threw it into the urn. But as she walked for garbage throughout the site, she heard at her address from the mother who was walking there with the child: "Mental something. He looks at the urn.

I stayed alone on the pitch. Two other mothers left.

I am psychic, I am in order. And they normally walked on the playground among the garbage.

I do not understand that. I don’t understand the people who run on children’s playgrounds. At least they would have cleaned up after them. But not.

And various psychic then clean them, so that they are not in the garbage themselves.

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