I recently moved from Holland to Germany. I just crossed the border, as a car of customs outputs me, and a manicure, a stunt, with red letters behind me somewhere to the side of the highway. We stopped at an abandoned parking lot. From the car from the driver’s seat comes out a cute blonde in a customs shirt, and from the right door an acne boy, dressed in the same green uniform, but without a cobra on the side.

They approach me. The girl strictly so demands to present documents, and the young man modestly shakes at the right window. Having seen that my papers are okay, and having learned that I am a doctor, the customs officer warms her eyes, smiles gently and is already relaxed, you can say as yours, asks if it is possible to explain his mistakes to the trainee on my example. I agree, of course. It’s nice when such a beautiful woman doesn’t want to break up with you. And the mistakes of others are always interesting, tea, not your own.

"You know, Jürgen," said my hand, "you have managed to get up so that, by shooting at him, she shows me, I can get into you. Get up right!

He looks somewhere through me. and smiles.

My sister worked in a clothes shop with horses. Baggage of 300k, cravates for 150k, in detail albums for drawing for 50k, regular sheets of paper for 12k rubles, for this store this is the norm.



A man came to them to buy a coat for 800,000. I chose the clothes, sample, liked everything, went to the box office. They break the amount through the terminal, conduct the card, and the payment has not passed, well, the terminal depends and all. Okay, we waited, restarted the terminal, repaid the payment, everything was successful, uncle pleased left. But suddenly, over the course of a day, a check for 800 knives just comes out of the terminal! Yes, that transaction at the hanging of the terminal decided to end.



Girls in the squadron. Well, in addition, a person with a card and a half mult with a tail to write down wrongly. He was called all day in anticipation of a fairy scandal, but the subscriber was not a subscriber. Then I called back the next day:

Good morning, did you call me?

Yes, [username], we apologize, but when buying a coat we took your payment twice! Could you come to us to get the money back?

Are you serious? One minute * checks the account * Oh, girl, and I didn't even notice!



There is no morality in history, it is just a funny case.

Women are like mushrooms: the most beautiful are the most poisonous.

I have been struck by these patriotist politicians.

A popular note. If you woke up earlier than the alarm clock, today is a holiday.

This happened five years ago.

I was near school in my neighborhood. The school organized a fair in honor of Maslenica. They sold barrachlo as well as cakes, blends and so on.

I noticed a boy, probably a first-class boy, sitting on a hose with an expression of universal sadness on his face.

I approached him:

and hello. Why are you so sad?

I wanted to buy clothes at the fair, but there was no money.

I remember like as a child I wanted some candy, but could not afford because of the lack of money.

I smile victoriously, here is my chance, I will give him money and tell him to go and buy what he wants and dissolve myself in the crowd like an unknown hero. I pull my hand into the pocket of the jacket. I see the expression of hope on the boy’s face. I remember that I don’t have money with me.

I say sadly:

And I have no money.

It seemed that we simultaneously issued a doomed breath.

and Taxi. I am with a girl of preschool age.



Q. When will I finish school?

After the eleventh class.

and Uriah. Then I will be free!

Then you go to the institute.

D – What is it?

Study for another 6 years. You will get a profession.

Noah, are you still studying? Okay, then I will do whatever I want!

Then you will have to work.

D is not! I just want to live! When will I be able to live normally? ! to



He breathed hard, the woman answered nothing. I breathed too.