My grandmother’s second husband was just an offgenic: kind, reliable, smart. They met with their grandmother when they were about 50 years old: Grandma was widowed shortly before, and grandfather was divorced. The story of his divorce from his first wife I heard as a child, but, honestly, I didn’t believe it. And then, at the age of 15, I faced a situation that made me think: suddenly it was the truth.



His first wife was a perfectionist and a cleaner. He loved it and tried to match it: to wash the cup there, not to leave garbage, etc. But quarrels on this ground still occurred periodically: he worked in the factory and sometimes was too tired to watch if he forgot to remove the plate somewhere in the dishwasher or to twist the toothpaste cap. The quarrels exhausted him, but he thought that once everything else was fine, these little things could be tolerated.



But it turns out that even small things can become critical. His wife threw him out of the house, you can’t believe it. After a change in the factory, he fell asleep in front of the TV with a glass of tea. When she saw on her favorite carpet, which she always so thoroughly cleaned, an unwashed cup of undrunken tea, it was as if the devil had settled in her. This is the end of family life. It’s hard to believe that an unwashed cup can be a cause of divorce. At least I did not believe. Then the following incident happened to me.



We were on a train to the Olympics in another city – I, my girlfriend and another schoolgirl. The boss has gone somewhere, and we are sitting three in a coupe: a girlfriend hangs, a girl drinks tea, I relaxed looking out the window... Well, the nature is beautiful, the air is fresh, the wheels measurably knock... By the dreamy look of the girl with a cup of tea, it can be seen that she is feeling about the same. But it was silence and grace only for us two, and my friend's eyes were bloody all this time. A few minutes later, it just exploded, and I had never heard a man speak like this. The reason: when a girl drinks tea, she becomes sick.



Do you understand? That is, we both sit relaxed and don’t even notice these sounds, and for my girlfriend it turned out to be a real torture. Moreover, the girlfriend is not inadequate for any, absolutely normal person, we at that time have been friends for three years: polite, friendly. She endured for quite a long time, though for her these sounds were worse than the sound of the iron scratch on the glass. And when my patience reached the peak, I just couldn’t cope with myself. The girl with tea is sad, of course: I will never forget her eyes when she sits so relaxed, and here suddenly such a stream of aggression is unclear for what.



Why am I writing all this. Sometimes what is small for one is unbearable torture for another. It all accumulates, accumulates, and then follows an explosion. And the main reason for the misunderstanding is that the first seems like everything is okay. Now I regret being sardonically laughed at my grandfather’s story about this unwashed cup, although there was a sincere misunderstanding in his eyes and it was evident that he wasn’t lying. She still thought, "I brought my wife something else, and now lying about the unwashed cup." Sometimes it can be such a little thing.

XXX: My sister has two children. The first appeared with a spiral, the second with contraceptives.

yyy:...It is the Valka - the spiral fell, it is the Light - the pill failed...)

Zzz: Is that Anton?

Found in reviews about a major Chinese online store:

I was returned the money for the ordered items and accompanied by the following letter:

Previously ordered goods cannot be delivered. Factory, warehouse, explosion, all are happy. I am sorry.”

It was a long time...

My husband worked as a grower. It opened holes with a positional admission from a cell to a micron and a precise diameter.

I didn't have enough money, moved to Chelyabinsk, arranged for ChTS.

The master comes and brings the iron:

“Listen, I’ve broken a hole here, and my fingers show the diameter.

The Comrade:

Damn, where is the drawing, what license?

The Master:

-Bl@#$, I tell you, THAT is here and THAT is like this... they’ll come from the aircraft, bl#$%... it’s a tractor. The only thing he can do is stop!

I have to get used to the new reality.)

I had to go to the labor inspectorate today to submit a declaration.

I come, on the first floor of the building, my grandmother meets me and says, I will miss you, but they have a working day today from 14:00 to 17:00, and points to the tablet on which all this is written. I was there around noon.

Well, I think okay, what to do, I’ll come at 4 a.m.

I come, write out a pass, get up, find the right office, there is a person sitting 5 absolutely indifferent people.

I said, here is the declaration.

We will not accept them from you.

Emm... and why?

- We have the reception of declarations today from 8:30 to 13:00. Read what is written on the door.

Really on the door schedule, and everything is right from 9 p.m. to 1 p.m.

- Because I will come to you in the morning, if you work from 14:00.

Why do you think we work that way?

On the first floor, it is written in large letters.

(Name of the scene)

The end.

Once I started working in the analytical department of a small bank. My colleague was forging one working forecasting model — I don’t remember which one — and found a rather gross technical error. A formula was confused. He showed the mistake to the head of the department. He, realizing the level of stupidity of the mistake, shook up and promised to find the culprit and deprive him of the quarterly premium. They arranged a real investigation - who when changed what files, what edited, etc. And suddenly it turns out that the chief of the department himself struck. And what did he do? On the nearest leaflet he said that he could not deprive himself of the prize, as it would cast a shadow on the entire department. Everyone had bad words in their heads. but. His quarterly prize the boss decided to give to the one who found the squid. I think he was an outstanding leader. However, he never went above the department.

I drove a colleague yesterday. A colleague, by the way, is a very cute woman, age uncertain: in the soul twenty, in the passport a half. On the road, we find out that she has a driver's license, and it has been 10 years. I was very surprised by this news because it was never noticed while driving. When asked why she did not drive the car, a colleague told the following situation. In general, when one day the car flew out to meet her, she dropped the pedals and the steering wheel, pressed her legs and covered her face with her hands. Then, on her own experience, realizing how her brain responds to emergencies, she realized that under no circumstances could she ride. So he rides the subway, safeguarding himself and potential neighbors on the road.

There are enemies all around, one in the mouth.

Six months in a relationship. The girl is cute, calm, such a lamp and home. The case is approaching the rings, but there is one problem: her mother. He opened up, and in no one, “He’s not a pair of you!”
A call this morning:
It is cute! Take me with my mom to my grandmother. My car was blocked and broken. I cannot leave.
Okay, I mean I have to. He took them from the entrance, and heard what he said:
And I say, he’s not a pair for you! This guy happened by chance. and ah!
Further the road through the whole city, as usual, traffic jams, traffic jams behind the wheel, ice and mate do not speak out as ladies in the cabin.
We went to the right courtyard, on the narrow path you have to go to the next house. And on the right is the "pradik" with the driver's door open. The driver is driving, the monsoon is listening. If I close the door, I will pass by calmly. He signed, his hand with the middle finger was pushed out. He was angry and went out. On the other hand, the harry advanced, twice my, wider.
Thank God, I won’t lose my leg. As a fool entered the salon, he knocked on the door. And passed quietly. He stopped near the desired entrance, and the future aunt, already leaving the car, gave:
I seem to be wrong. I’ll see you, and a couple more.
I now feel like I don’t know anything about my foot.

For 30 years and 3 years Ilya Muromets was lying on a warm oven... And then, when the receipt for the heat for all this time came, he took the sword and went to the management company.