Three years ago I assembled a couple of system units for my uncle, because to use them he was going to assemble at the workplace and before I encountered the replacement of parts by the workers (uncle is not very familiar with the technique and will not understand the difference) and to make it easier for me to revision, I targeted power units, and operations. Two years ago one of his points was robbed and a couple of comps were taken out. No one was found, the case was closed. Now to the actions themselves. Today, at the other end of the city (relative to the point where there was the robbery) I sat with the customer and did some work, a man comes in and asks if we buy used computers, the owner of the property asks me to see if it is worth taking, at least for spare parts. I reluctantly decided to look (there was laziness, but the client was constant and did not want to offend). After opening the case, I discovered familiar labels and, with a little brainstorming, decided to play a little bit to extract the information. I said that I would buy these computers myself, if I drop a little in the price and let me copy my passport + write a receipt. Greed obscured the mind and the suspect without consideration got the passport, simultaneously assuring that he himself works in the police and will not be a problem. Corka stated that he was a sergeant. When I got my passport, I immediately made a copy and put it in my pocket. He then asked him to explain where he got the two stolen computers. At first, there were raids like “What you carry at all, can’t be.” Then, “Do you know who I am?” I showed the labels and disassembled the computer that I was collecting for the client I was working with now and showed the identical labels. Later, he tried to retire, but first insisted to return him a copy of his passport. I refused, began to walk and threats partially flowing into a plea that he is not, it is a misunderstanding, but even such a coincidence will put a cross on his career. Soon I handed it over to my uncle together with the cases, let him decide what to do. But I wonder what was the probability in 2 years, at the other end of the city selling these cases in the city for 4 million people, to encounter the one who collected them.

When I was a student, I worked in radio. He received an unusual task for the green young man - to carry out a patch cord outside the building under the roof. Since it required permission for high-altitude work, which I did not have, I was sent to the office of the security technician for instruction.

The instruction turned out to be short: "Don't get there," the person in charge said and extended the journal to me for signature.

I followed the instructions, it really works.

Wood cuts are wood cuts of non-traditional orientation.

decided to buy a car. Then it was still real, that without loans, without debts, but immediately - went and bought. The “Seven” is not the first freshness, but immediately. Well, we went and bought it, and went on it to the dacha. So much can be taken! Parents carry something on their own, we carry something on our own, and not plant, forgive God, with mattresses, but a boat, a child, a shale and a boat. My husband is not driving. Nothing at all. never ever. None of once. The cars he calls “collected iron.” It characterizes him. I dislike my husband for that. My car has a name. And it’s not “iron” at all, but even the Wolf (sorry). The husband after the shawls and hips penetrated. Once he is a wolf, he says, they went, you will teach me. It was no other than oxygen. Okay, I think let it. My father drove me off the car when I was two years old, and since then I have not been able to get out. What will I teach my husband? She cut off her hands from the ground, fixed the cushion, took a sarafan. And we went. On the track, on the village road, through the lawn, then the woods, to a distant field. No one should see this shame. Around the crap is such, the field is infinite, the circle is round, the birds again, and I am not silent about the grip, gas, brake, more accurately your mother, let go, press out, and not the second, but the first, I said! Go out to the fucking grandmother! Okay, get on the road. And all that, to the damn grandmother! My husband went. Wheel wheels for water. Exactly as it was for them, it was perfect. Only the wheels do not get to the bottom. I say, go and push. I don’t think it’s going to push, of course, but at least I’ll take revenge. They stood for a long time, listened to the birds, admired the harvest. The distance just stopped. I looked at the dirty man and cried out. He looked at me in the sarafanchik and the coconut. It is. I pulled the wolf. I took it to the side of my husband, and to his ear, but so that I could hear every word, clearly: "Man, my advice to you, like a brother, grandmother, especially a blonde, never, ever, do not drive!"

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Imagine your parents’ careless faces when you take away a vacuum cleaner or refrigerator when you move away from them, or anything else they supposedly gave you for your birthday as a child.

My colleague had a poltergeist at home.



I picked up the tree on Friday night and put it in the corner. I come from the store on Saturday, she stands in the center of the room. I was surprised I didn’t have a cat, but I moved back. When I was in the kitchen, I heard a noise. I look into the room, the vacuum cleaner moves her diligently into the middle of the room. The most important thing, I calmed down. independently

Did you put it in the corner again?

No and I will not. I liked the tree in the middle of the room even more.



Interior design is a rather unexpected feature for the vacuum cleaner.