It was in 2000.

I got divorced in a taxi, but the situation was even more fun. The car is Niva, three-door which. At first, the acquaintance sat forward, then suddenly appeared a "conductor", to whom it was earlier to go out and the acquaintance was moved back. There is no door, there is no door.

They went. In front of the driver and the "conductor" - two healthy foreheads, and a familiar behind. The night. The city is dark, the lights do not burn. They turned into some courtyard, then on the other side. The acquaintance begins to wonder, telling them where they are? On which he is absolutely calm (from which the frost on the skin) they say that now will take him away in the garage, remove everything valuable, disguise and probably cut. Not to leave a witness. And they go on, discussing with each other where it is better to lead him - in that race or further.

A familiar in shock, where to run, there is no door on the side, he himself is far from a superman. Here they go out on the road, drive, "passenger" says to the driver - "Oh, let's turn, here is better." Nivea at speed begins to turn sharply and the acquaintance visits a successful idea - he pulls the towel from all the way (nearby). He carries, becomes on two wheels, then twists a couple of times, then into a cuvet, there in a pillar, a forehead, two foreheads in a knock-out. The acquaintance managed to break up and remained conscious. He went out through the broken front glass and ran away quickly.

Xxx: I don't know, somehow I just got everything done with the sighs: I worked in the garden with the bats, and he suddenly asks me if I smoked. well, I didn't lie, I just said yes, he replied that I don't need it, I better not smoke, well, I thought, really, it didn't smoke me anymore.

Yyy: One evening I went out for bread, bought bread and went home.

Zzz: Oh, who will believe it, another cat lamp!

In the early days, my German boyfriend and I went to Moscow for his birthday. We looked at the city, took pictures on the Red Square and decided to go to a restaurant and have dinner. Although the restaurant and recommended me in advance, the table we did not book. They came spontaneously. The restaurant was full, but after a short wait we found a cozy table for two at the window. On the occasion of the holiday, we decided to order a bottle of wine in addition to food. The waitress asked me to show my papers. I showed my driver’s license and my young man showed his German passport. The waitress, seeing my boyfriend’s birthday today, in English (!!!) I greeted him and asked him!!!It is possible to give him a piece of cake as a gift at the expense of the institution. Of course, we did not refuse. But, frankly, they were skeptical about this proposal - they will definitely forget or still write in the account. We somehow didn’t believe in a crazy cake, but we relaxed and just our dinner.

When we ate and looked at how we got to the hotel, we forgot about the cake. The people in the restaurant were just added, the waiters were dressed over and over, and I just can’t imagine how they had time and remembered everything. And here, quite unexpectedly for us, our waiter went to our table with a plate on which a large piece of cake with a festive candle was painted. We were surprised. Especially my young man. I haven’t seen anything like this in any restaurant in Europe. The waiter once again polently congratulated him on his birthday and even said a few wishes. Everything is in English and very friendly. The cake was beautiful and incredibly delicious. It’s been almost a year, but we still remember that stunning cherry cake and a very nice waitress.

On the next trip to Moscow we will definitely go to that restaurant (hopefully it will not close because of the coronavirus) and buy this cake. By the way, thanks to a polite waitress, my young man is convinced that Russia has the best service in the world. Of course, he tells his friends about it if possible and recommends that restaurant in Moscow. I am pleased to have such a good impression of my homeland.

When you’re in the ass, it doesn’t matter if you’re in quarantine or not.

Employees of a cafe in the New Zealand city of Wellington did not allow the institution of the country's prime minister Jacinda Ardern and her fiancé Clark Gayford, because in connection with the new rules, introduced against the background of the coronavirus, it was already overcrowded, reports the newspaper New Zealand Herald.
Nothing is holy, nothing is holy.

Thanks to the self-isolation mode, I finally had time to do repairs in the bathroom, disassemble the mud in the wardrobe and read Dostoevsky. I haven’t done anything yet, but the time has come.