End of a busy working day. A friend speaks on the phone to a client:

- Well, and to see this information yourself and at any time, you can go to the personal office.



From the tube comes a long breath and a sad and sad voice:

I would like to, but I don’t have a personal office. I’m sitting in the usual Oppen-Space.

It was a terrible month of work. All as usual. He came home. and separated. I lie in bed on my side and begin to fall asleep. After 10 minutes I feel that the neck of the eye is tired. I open my eyes, my wife almost looks at me.



The dialogue:

Why are you so stressed?

In what sense? Why are you not sleeping?

I’m waiting for you to finally put your head on your pillow. You went to bed and didn’t get your head down :)



I put my head to the end. I sleep.



The end.

When I was a student I was looking for a job, one of the ads said - income from $300 a month, work two hours a day, can students.

I called on the number, the girl at the end replied that the job is open come to the interview. And I went, a joke of $300 for two hours a day. At the entrance, I filled out the questionnaire and started waiting for me to be called. By the way, there was a lot of people, like people on the bazar on Sunday. Everyone wanted $300. How worse am I? When my turn came, and I entered the office, I was met by a strange 35-year-old man, who all talked about some matrix, pyramids about people millionaire, about yachts and how we will miraculously live in a year, all together one big team. He said that they even have a living example. A vivid example was a woman, the first dollar millionaire in the company in the 60s, she passed with a proud look, told that if we will work hard, then in just a year, or maybe even half a year we will be her equal. In general, it took only $300 to contribute and become a millionaire.

After an interview at the stop, I bought a samsa for the last penny and waited for the bus, by the way, a millionaire woman stood next to me and waited for her. I don’t know, maybe the driver got sick with her, or what other reasons, but we travelled in different buses, I went to my poor world on the 56th, she went to a bright future on the 81st.

For officials, the phrase "to lay down the debris" means to steal a billion.

Why do we sleep so well in the rain? Large predators do not hunt in the rain and our distant ancestors therefore felt safe. And not all that romance of sounds and moods.

Old Hottabich married a young man and in a month his beard ended.

In the third grade, a politician did a good deed: brought home a drunk man.

He tried to sleep in the winter.

So, I started by saying, “Dear man, are you okay?“And he finished (near his apartment): “S@ka drunk, walked with your feet until I gave you eggs!”