At the dawn of the formation of Yandex Taxi, I worked through the company - the switch,, Capital Express ", which is still alive today.

On the driver support phone was a girl Anja, who could be called with a small problem, but hang on the phone for an hour or more - she loved to talk and wash the bones of everyone and everything.

her story.

She sits at the computer and follows orders. He sees that the driver has accepted the order, but does not move from the seat. He calls the number, as it turned out, the passenger, and asks what line he is standing in place, rather than driving. At the end, a lazy voice replies that he has changed his mind and wants to cancel the order. Anya cuts him up and, literally:

“Well, fuck, I raised my ass and went!”

At the end of the wire they reluctantly agree and put a phone.

Anja realizes after a minute that she has confused the phone numbers, waits until the driver finishes the trip and calls him to understand the scale of the crime.



The driver told the passenger:

"I thought about going to business, ordered a taxi, but while I was waiting, I was lazy and changed my mind.

Suddenly a phone call, wondering why I don’t go. I explained.

In response to the mat and under the end, "I immediately raised my ass and went!"

And then I realized I had to go.”

He resigned from the SS. For 25 years I did not get a little bit (which I did not regret afterwards). I come to the military department, to the retirement department, papers, certificates, certificates... The aunts are bored, they began to list me, how much I lost, not reaching 25: -

Do you know that you will not have a free sanatorium and resort service?

I know.

Do you think the pension would be higher?

I know.

Do you know what...?

I know.

and...

Yes I know.

And finally, a check shot from one of the aunts: "Those who have served for 25 years rely on a free orchestra from the military commissariat at the funeral... do you know how offensive it will be?"

An installor came to work. Three installations went normally, from the fourth did not give money (the customer paid in cash).

Vassula for the money.

I took my salary. And not completely.

You are on salary. Salary at the end of the month.

I need money now.

Vasa decided to say goodbye. No one needs surprises.

Call in a week.

Are there any installations?

There is, of course. But not for you. We are not working with you.

Here are you fucking. I will not give the perforator.

Okay you was. Take it to the grave.

The perforator for 18 thousand was withdrawn from my salary.

Call in six months.

Jake and Hi. Now they will call, give me a characteristic. I am prepared for work.

I call, I give a character. Vasa calls back and quarrels.

Glad you realized what a person you are. Or the perforator wanted to get you back.

In a week, a summary falls on the mail. Vasa is looking for work. The main qualities are responsible, reliable, honest.

An ordinary bastard is one who does not hurt just how, but strictly in order.

The older brother told me. He was fascinated by electronics, the good in the USSR in radio retail stores were stuck, pay, do what you want. So here. His neighbor called on him to turn on music. What he had there – radio, magnetophone, records – was not the point. In short, the debt. Brother read magazines (“radio” and so on.He moved his brains and consulted someone. Eventually, a device appeared, now called a glue. So the test! Now he is waiting, not waiting for the neighbor to wrestle his charm. I broke. My brother gave up his device. He says, even heard, like after the music suddenly “pshshshshshshshsh”. The neighbor cut off the sound. After a while he cried again, but quietly. God is with you, listen. And then I went back to all the power, shit. My brother turned on his device. A few times again, and so on. The neighbor knew that his brother was intelligent in radio technology, so after a while he turned to him. The further dialogue:
Listen, what kind of shit? The equipment is class, everything is wrong, but as loud as I turn on, it immediately cuts off, interference from the speakers goes, only "pshshsh" is heard. I listen loudly, everything is okay. and help.
The half brother:
What are you, stupid? KGB surveys are everywhere. As long as the music sounds normal, you’re heard, and as you’ve rubbed on “all,” you’re hiding something, well, like a spy. You have already been calculated. Do you want to see?
Crying to Mother! What to do now?
Just don’t turn on the music loud and that’s all.
Since then, everything has been calm in their house.

Who built your house? It worked great...
Oh the pimples!
– to?? to
They hired workers to lay the foundation. They digged, filled and left. The stoneworkers, they came asking: What stones the foundation was poured? The walls were laid and gone. I used to do stuffing, they too – what kind of stuffing did they do? And so on. It turns out that the house was built only by pedorras...