I went to a familiar admin at work. We sit down, we talk about general topics, here comes the chord. Director of one of the offices. He holds a webcam in his hands. From career to career:



"Listen, my web camera here in my house burned, and something I looked at - it's new more than a thousand worth. Can you replace it for me with one of the factory, and then write it down as being out of order?



P.S. After the guy's departure, the administrator, looking at my faint face, said that "such subjects are in order. Tonight I will tell him that such models are not used, it will not be possible to write off. “Do not send him off the threshold.”

I come home from work tonight. I hear my wife talking to someone on the phone. Judging by the conversation, someone from long lost relatives.

I’m two years younger, a year and a half younger.

As long as we live there, the house is not finished yet.

And you have who?

Well, and the other shake of relatives who have not been seen for a long time... I shake up, scratch the younger (the elderly torments the homework). The wife sneezes and shows gestures of something like: "Now I'll cut off dinner." Meanwhile, the conversation smoothly changes the subject:

No, until I work, in the decree, only the husband earns.

A third of his salary goes to mortgage.

Not until it works...

Here the conversation smoothly goes down and ends. I am interested:

And who is it?

- Two-born sister, you don't know her, my uncle's daughter from the first marriage. We barely communicate, we met 10 years ago, and it was by chance. A couple of times crossed in the Odnoklassniki, the last time three years ago, but she did not want to communicate.

What do they need?

– 100,000 for three months, but I understand that without a return...

So if you were called long lost relatives - it is not just so...

Our people will be sick as long as doctors are paid for being sick.

This story, about our younger brothers, happened a few years ago.

It started with the fact that the aunt, who worked in the JEC all her life (now also) saw a mouse, when she in fear stumbled around the courtyard with a piece of somewhere picked carrot, and then rushed into the basement window of our house.
The impressive woman was very upset and soon, on her initiative, the workers came and all the roofs in the basement windows under the first floor were sourly cooked.

It was in December, and the same day suddenly hit strong frosts.
The courtyard cats were heated in the basement, and those who went out to the city for food returned and found a welded entrance. They wandered through the courtyard and wondered – why did they do so?

And here, I go out of the entrance, and I see a complaining cuddling cat of a familiar color.
The local cat pulled their kittens out to play in the yard and apparently didn’t have time to bring them back to the basement. He climbed to the staircase, it was cold, his mom cried and cried.

The thought of the cats, who probably remained in the basement, did not happen. Their mother is probably now running around the house, trying to climb to them somehow, or at all in the basement locked up... well, first all the mice will be eaten, and then?

I then called my handcuffed friend and said:
The cows in the basement were cooked, and I have a familiar cat there. Let’s open up, right?
Is the cat familiar? You are giving. Your job is to do without a scandal.
- Everything will be okay, we will get the cat and cook later, and I will have half a liter.

And I think - it is not difficult to cook, but the frosts hit where they are now.

But they started solving tasks as they arrived. While we pulled out the iron sheet, a cat was found. She went unnoticed, sat down and watched the situation.
As soon as they opened the window, she immediately jumped into the basement for her children.

A young man gathered in the courtyard and discussed what was happening.
They remembered that the homeless cats were on the frost and immediately told their parents about it. The animals are frozen, the animals are frozen.
Everything went on by itself. The initiative group of tenants demanded to explain why they blocked the ventilation provided by the GOST.
The decision was cancelled, and cats and cats were able to survive that frosty winter.

Probably this is the same case when everyone was delighted - and children, and cats, and mice.

Paying a fine to the GIBDD, the terminal refused to accept a mint bill, so that a human and good man would never come.

She worked in her youth for a year in a Moscow preschool institution, during this time she saw a bunch of inadequate parents, nurses, and so on.

So here’s the story of one papule who brought his six-year-old every day at 7: 00 and scored at 19: 00.

The evening. We return from the walk at 18:20, we are going to eat dinner. The kids are tired and want to go home. For dinner they bring potts with pasta and meat. In the door appears a papule (code name Filex).

The dialogue (F-file, I am):

Q: I came early today.

I: Good night, you can take my son.

Q: You can take dinner with us, we’re in a hurry.

I: Emm, well, we don’t have food to take, let the child eat quickly and you go.

F: We really have no time, bring us with you, we pay millions of rubles for our children not to starve.

I have already surrendered.

I: We don’t have containers where you can collect them?

Here, the papule takes a file from the bag and stretches it out to me.

F: Please come here, hurry, we’re in a hurry.

While the assistant of the educator inconveniently folded the pasta with meat in a file, the phrase heard behind the door:

F: and pour out the sludge, or the son says he is not watered.

Picture: a happy dad, holding a file with the flowing meat, plants his son in a steep march and leaves at sunset.

Patience to you teachers!