Ten years ago I had an experience of interacting with Sberbank. I had to exchange three packs of hundred ruble notes for larger ones. At that time, the amount is decent.

I ran to the bank, and there the cashier, suddenly, a guy. He sits behind an armor glass. I give him three packs of hundreds and I ask to exchange them for big ones. And he tells me with a human voice that, say, this exchange is worth some percentage (I don’t remember for years, but about one or three).

I began to get outraged and accuse them of usurpation and, in general, of expropriation (he-he, the bankers, ah). He said he would bring me some orders or rules there and familiarize me with them, so that I knew how to disconnect important people from work and in general.

While he was walking, I had nothing to do with studying all kinds of information sheets. The cashier came, showed me a document of some sort, where, indeed, it is written that, anyway, a percentage is taken for such a service, and everything is serious. But as I read the sheets, I read that old notes are exchanged for new ones.

What is the percentage of exchange?

This operation is without interest.

I get one hundred, tear off a piece of it, put it in a bowl. I look at him a lot:

- I have three packages of very old bills formed here, can you change?

Okay, I understood everything. Don’t just scratch more. What kind of bills do you need?

That time I managed to change the slides to large without commission, registration and SMS. I don’t know if this would happen now, or if they would recognize me as a terrorist, but then it happened.

In the office, the girls turns out to compete for us on February 23. In particular, a competition for an airplane that will fly ahead of everyone. All the men immediately began to make planes - both ordinary and most diverse - with narrow and long wings, with wide and large, stretched, square - options there were a couple of dozen exactly. Everyone was flying predictably differently, but no one was able to set any outstanding records.

The head of the development department asked the organizers only one thing: "Is there any requirements for the shape of the aircraft?". Having received a negative answer, he simply crushed a piece of paper into a dense ball and dropped it further away from everyone. and won the contest.

Here are you and 18, son. It’s time for you to get a watch that passes from generation to generation in our family. My father received them from his father. I was looking forward to adulthood to get them. Finally they are yours!

Do you want an Apple Watch?

All the troubles in Russia are not from the bad emperors, but from the silent people.

I walked with my son in a wheelchair. On the way, I went to the tyres, pumping the wheels. While the young master was crawling, the older master entered the room, looked at me, on the wheelchair, at his son:
Did they come? The young man laughed.
- Yes, the runner-up scratches on the wheels, the right wheel dredges (I estimated a joke)
The eldest smiled, took the oil and tools:
A man like this (he turned to his son) on a faulty car to chase! Well, let’s see what you have there.
Something stumbled, somewhere fell.
This is like a new one. If so, go back in the spring. The car needs to be guarded and repaired in time.
The son whispered something in response.
They didn’t even pick up the wheels and wished me a good mood.
It does not drizzle and does not scream the wheelchair, thank you to the master, +100 to him in karma.

And someone was born in Celinograd, went to school in Akmola, entered the institute in Astana, and now works in Nursultan.

Xxx: I came to an interview for a great job, I see, and one of the applicants is the girlfriend of my ex-boyfriend, who took him to me. It turned out that she was my direct competitor and her resume impressed the boss much more than mine. What I, without shame, opened her page in the social network, where she has a false name, and showed all the deceptive records and status, photos and her offensive messages to me, full of elementary mistakes. In the end, I was taken, and she was shamefully rejected. That was the best thing that happened to me this year!