Communicated with the girl, periodically slept together, sometimes walked, then she unexpectedly said that the vacation for a couple of days will take for the wedding. I thought a girlfriend’s wedding, in a joke asked, “Are you getting married?” She actually got married in a month. I was surprised first, and then I was surprised too.

We brought with a guy a wave-shaped poppy, the name was chosen simple - Gosha. At first, he was pleasantly cheerful. Until he started talking. Gosha loves to listen to conversations, listen attentively to what is said on television, and then repeat everything he has remembered.

I come somehow from work, Gosha is hysterically worn in the cage, happy to see me, calls by name and repeats endlessly "go here". Well I approach him, I ask what happened, and he says to me, “Will you come out for me?”

I did not give this phrase special importance, most likely he listened to me in the morning when I called my colleagues, looking for a replacement for tomorrow. And the guy was sitting in the headphones, playing the computer, too, without attention. Gosha did not hesitate, asked again five times. I jokingly answered that I would go out and went to the kitchen. While I was making tea, I heard my boyfriend quietly talking to the poppy. P is a guy, G is a goose:

Q: Gosha, where is the ring?

G: I do not know.

Q: Gosh, where are you doing his business?

G: Go to NAH!

It turns out a guy through the poppy wanted to make me an offer. For a long time they rehearsed that Gosha would ask me and then give me a ring in a clove. But Gosha turned out to be clever, hid the tsack and sent the guy somewhere away.

The guy took the ring while cleaning the cage, and made the offer as appropriate =)

A new employee (C) came to the bank, to whom I was fixed as a mentor. Start with a standard conversation:

I: Do you live where? Far to work?

A: Yes, not at all, 10-15 minutes from home.

I: Yes, I’m not too far away, I live in a painting.

C: And I too!

This is how it happens!

I: And for a long time?

C: For the rest of my life.

Further discussions on the subject: in which school he studied, common acquaintances, wondered why in 20 years of conscious life never saw each other in the area.

Q: Do you know the shit?

I: Of course I know! There were some "tollkinists" who went there - they stumbled on the sticks, and they ate vodka.

The man cried out, and then proudly said:

C: It was us!

In one small district group VKontakte appeared an announcement: a guy is looking for a guitar. Whatever, the cheaper the better, and ideally in a gift. I scratched my brains: I have a guitar at home without a string and upset in the mud. The whole body, which is the most important thing. I don’t want to, I can’t play. I will give him a good deed.

We called and agreed to a meeting. The guy liked everything, but refused to take a gift.

Can I give you a beer for her?

Not principally for me. Take it, it doesn’t need it anyway.

“It doesn’t eat,” insisted the new owner of the guitar, “it just can’t! Sign is bad.

I went into the store, he took me two bottles of beer of medium quality, shrugged his hands and broke up.

And then I go home and think... It turns out that I just had a guitar?

The greatest threat to democracy is a wise, just and loved ruler.

of Ukraine. Winter of 2019. On the street +1.
We work in construction. Nine people are cementers. People are simple.
Everyone’s salary is minimal. We cut cylinders and blades of concrete. At smoking and lunch we come to warm up in the bus PAZik, on which the company drives us to the construction site.
The driver of the bus, Stepanic (man 55 years old). All of his work is to take the workers to the site, and after work - to take them back to TREST. He has a schedule, like everyone else, from eight to five. That is, all 7 hours (one hour a day Stepanych, still, to work - the delivery of people to the construction and back), while we drag the concrete - he has free time with the attachment to the place and the bus (there is dry and warm), which he is not even obliged to repair ( in the "garage" there are car slides, they carry out all repairs and ITs). Basically, at this time he reads books, heats the bus and constantly noises, say, the minimum - bullying the working man.
It was lunch time, everyone ate and rested. Who played the cards, who played the phone. On the street it rained that day - we were wet, tired. We sit, we smoke, we dry, we warm.
Stepanic begins his speech:
“I’m looking like Pope Carlos on these chacals. And they, fucks, smell a minimal and hold it for two months! I’m counting, I am counting! Drivers are not in X...
You are right, Stephanie! The brigadier speaks. How much can we endure this horror? Throw away your “bone”! Come to us in Betlehem! Not all life to be humiliated - gasoline with the bus to steal!

My family spends a month several times less than the effective managers of the Ministry of Commerce spend in a day in hotel rooms. Guess whose spending the government has offered to control?