It was a long time, a month or two before I was born. My parents were on a trolley bus to work. When they entered, my mother stuck in the passage - I had to be careful and walk quietly. Dad went to the salon faster, sat down on the remaining seat and called her. When Mom came, Dad gave her a seat. Nearby was a mouthpiece. Hearing that his father invited his mother to sit down, he moved the pregnant woman with his back, pushed her away and splashed into the only free seat from which he stood up. My mother was in a hurry and tried to tell him something. Jolob smiled, stared at his parents and hiccalled disgustingly.
The father reacted furiously. He did not start to shame him, to anger him, not to beat him. He pulled off his gorgeous fur hat from the wretch and threw it out through the door of the trolleybus right into a deep pit at the stop. The man cried out, “You... Etta?” The bullet flew out to catch the hat. His father gave him the acceleration with a pinch under his ass. The trolleybus driver, who, apparently, watched what was happening in the cabin in the mirror, closed the door and not rushed away. The man with a wet hat in his hands tried to catch up with the trolleybus, slapping the cloth and shaking the butt, but the driver did not stop. My mother sat down and safely arrived at the subway.
When I was lost, I was not five or ten, but thirty-five, and it happened like this:
On the weekend, as usual, my husband and I went to a large shopping center to shop for food in Ashan. The shopping center was a building in the form of a podkova with a car park in the middle. When we entered the "podkova", I remembered that I needed to buy pet food.
“Slow down here, I’ll buy Vanke’s food, and we’ll meet in Ashan.” I burned up, jumped out of the car, shut the door and ran toward the zoo store, where they sold food for our dog (there is no such thing in Ashan). And the husband went further, to the other end of the "podkova".
On the box in the store found a not pleasant thing - I left a card at home. This is Growth! But in the wallet found a pair of banknotes, it was enough for a pack of food and two toys, the delivery - two rubles. I went out of the store, wanted to call... There was no phone in the bag, in my pockets too. Where did I see him last time? In the car! I held it in my arms and then put it on my knees...What a day!
And then I cooled off from the realization: I don’t have my phone with me, money too, I’m far from home, where my husband is now and where our car – I don’t know.
Relax and no panic! You can ask someone for a phone, but now there are so many scammers, no, sooner or later, of course, someone will pity, but we still postpone it to the extreme. So what else? Running through a huge, crowded store, hoping to encounter a spouse is not an option. At the box there are sixty. Watching her husband out of the store? But they are two on the ground, another on the underground parking lot and one in the TC. Find my car and wait there. We have such an average sedan, black color. How many are there such? One hundred or two hundred? And there are two levels of underground parking, the husband could also go there. Will he find me in the car?
I can go home – there is a computer, I can write, I can call my husband so that he doesn’t look for me and go home. There is no money for the route. And what, to get along?! to
“Country people, give money on the way home, I was in trouble, I lost my husband (and my car).”
Going on foot? A few kilometers to go, an hour and a half or two I will get, the weather is dirty and the road too, but you can catch a trick. No, this is all nonsense! Try to get in touch with your husband. Appeal to the CCS?
Here I am stupid! Announcements on loud communication in Ashan!!! How many times have I heard: “Seryeža Ivanov is waiting for her mom at the first box office. Olya Petrova, your mother is waiting for you at the first box.”
I ran to the information station.
Where can I send an announcement that a person is missing?
Hi here here. Who is lost to you? A woman answered because of the stand.
I lost my husband, no. I am lost!
The woman looked at me with a very surprised look.
And I began to explain to her, confusingly, what happened to me, and that now I have neither phone nor money (only a pack of horny food and two balls), that I do not know where my husband is, that is, I know he is somewhere in Ashan right now.
“Girl, the thing is that we only give high-speed ads about incapable people: young children, elderly people with dementia. You do not fall into any of these categories. - the employee of the store answered me and at the same time looked so that it became clear to me, in my capacity she still doubts.
And what should I do now? I made a complaint voice.
The woman said, “Do you remember your husband’s phone?” I actively shrugged my head. She gave me a phone call: “Thank God! “Call me...”