A long time ago, in my childhood when I was 10-11 years old, I got money on the phone, 400 rubles, it is unknown from whom.

Well, I think they fell and fell, well, maybe some of the relatives were generous.

After a while, a guy calls me and says, saying that your number was mistakenly thrown money, you need to return it.

I explain to him, I don’t have 400 rubles, I whip my ass, my mom and dad hold me, so I have 400 rubles.

That guy seemed to have gone away, so I decided to live on.

After a couple of days he calls again (what I have been waiting for so long, I don’t know. Per the whole community is cyborged, what to do? And he says, I was told that I am a shit, it does not justify me at all, the money I have to return, only now in the amount of 800 rubles, said interest for unjustified enrichment. After that, he began to explain for life the human and the manna, the pink and the blue sandals.

I didn’t understand what interest for unjustified enrichment meant. Of course I knew about interest, in school, but about unfounded enrichment I heard for the first time and decided that I was just scared with incomprehensible words. Nevertheless, I again explained to him that for these two days I did not stop being a shit, I did not receive an inheritance, I did not get a job, I solve my shit problems myself, without the help of my parents, and therefore I declare with all responsibility that I do not have money, there may be 200 rubles in the coffin, a little thing.

That type, my 200 rubles were not arranged, and he decided to pull out of the sleeve the main stunt and told me that he is sitting in the area at all, he knows the "right guys" including from my city (I am a fool, I said in which city I live) and these same guys will come with me to figure out and then I will give him not 800 rubles, but already 1500. After which he said that he served the punishment on the "eight" sits in the 5th squad and called his clique, saying that I was a muddy. Then he gave me a day to think where to get the money and put it on his account.

And I went to think. I knew that a colony located in one of the cities of our region was called the "eight", and I also knew that cell phones were banned in the colonies, because my father at that time served as the head of the opera (kum) colony located near our town. I went to Bat and decided to ask for a solution to the problem. Father listening to me, only clarified the number of the unit and the click.

The next day, the father came from work and said that my information was confirmed, that uncle found and seized a cell phone, and also explained what is good and what is bad, that is, in terms of human life, and a few days sent to SHIZO, to think.

Whether the uncle made any conclusions, I don't know, but no "right guys" to arrange the "rule" came to me.

Apparently dropped my uncle, but I honestly announced everything to him, and I did not have at the time, as I seemed other ways to solve the problem, I had to contact the authorities.

You cannot rely only on your opinion on any issue. For decency it is necessary to listen to a few idiots.

Yesterday I went out and saw a neighbor with a mattress, collecting something, under his door.

What good did you find there?

"There it fell, it happened to me at night to put the beaten glass in the track where I am leaving the yard. I’ll catch, I’ll drown the cock!

This morning, just as it was dawned, I needed to go for business. I opened the gate, I was going to drive out the car, and suddenly I see that the neighbor’s cage is moving along the fence.

I have to say that the fence of the neighbor is made of a professional roof and a height of 2 meters, only at the bottom of a strip of 30 centimeters from the grid. Between us a fence of rabbit grid, so I see everything perfectly.

The dog, a neighbor for the night, is released to walk in the courtyard, during the day he is in his wilderness. The dog is a two-year-old Caucasian.

I wonder who he looks like? I see, along the path along the fence, a grandmother goes and carries a bag with a bowl of milk. The courtyards are five by five from me, people keep cows from their fixtures, and the whole street buys milk from them. Here is my grandmother and she carries steam milk from her morning breastfeeding.

While I was looking around, the old lady approached the neighboring gate, and at that moment the cabbage jumped and whispered almost into her ear. What is the unexpected GAV!!! In the ear, from a dog the size of a calf, I don’t think we need to talk. My grandmother struck like the wind, only the broken bank whispered complaining. A couple of minutes later, the grandmother returned, pulled out the bite glass from the package and began to lay the pieces in the track by which the neighbor leaves the courtyard.

Kobe went to volley with pleasure, for today he has fulfilled his task.

Interestingly, and if a search is carried out by the entire leadership of the FSB - will it be possible to lower the retirement age back?

Another case in the work of a venereologist. I would call it strange.

There was a constant “client” in the doctor’s office. A young man aged 35 goes to the doctor stably once a month or two. Married, he denies any contacts, refuses extended tests for PPI, only gives sperm for one type of bacteria (every time different).

Ask why he so often passes tests that do not give an expanded picture of the disease?

The answer - he gets pleasure from the way he passes the analysis. Take it home in the morning and bring it - refuses, requires taking it not in the toilet for patients, but directly in the doctor's office. One time I went to the doctor asking, "Can you look? Suddenly I’m doing something wrong.”

by Mr. In an institution, the doctor is obliged to take it, understanding that another doctor should already work here (think a psychologist, a psychiatrist or a psychotherapist). Otherwise, complaint, fine and excuse.

I have another question, “Is he sick?”