In the period from 2012 to 2014 he worked in a small but very remarkable office, dealing with the sale of computer and equipment. Among other things, the range diluted tablets Apple, Samsung. Of the smartphones only Apple, because. by Dir. I loved this technique. Well, not about them now.

We were three in the store. Three salesmen. Then, on a beautiful summer day, the entrance door opens and enters:

Q: Are there any plans?

My colleague asked polently:

K: Good morning. Yes of course. There are tablets from Apple and Samsung. Something to advise?

M: I have this Apple. What is Samsung?

Q: This is the option, this is the option.

Details of the work of the seller with the customer. They came together on one of the versions of Korean engineering thought.

M: OK, give me a print on it.

Q: Of course, please keep it here.

The man took the printed account (always done so that in the future on the basis of that to create a realization, but not the essence) and left.

No one paid attention to this fact, of course, did not. Many people take paper, go on their business, compare prices, read reviews, and so on. If everything suits, it returns, orders the purchase.

The inscription on the black background: “A few weeks later.”

The entrance door of the store is opened. The same man comes in and almost throws the box with the tablet, which was previously discussed, on the table of my colleague from the threshold.

Take that shit, give me the money back!

Q: Okay, but what is the reason for the return?

M: I don’t like him. I suggested some hernia. Give me my money back and I’m gone.

A colleague looks, there are no sales for this miracle of engineering thought, the serial number in the database of sold devices is not counted.

Q: This is not our product. Have you purchased it from us?

M: Of course not! I bought it in Thailand. As you suggested, I bought it. In the store showed your paper, I sold this model. He does not fit me. Fucking something.

K: So be calm. What do I have to do here?

M: What is it about? ! to You have advised me! He told me everything about him! Give the money back or...

Q: Here is a book of reviews and suggestions. Write to.

M: What to write?

Q: What you consider the reason for the refund of funds, then write.

M: I will not write anything! You are...! I am you...!

K: All the good.



And you say, the bottle of spatle was used and asks for the money back. Here a man at all in another state purchased a thing, and we (such ones) refused to return him the money :)

I have a friend, we go to work. He has a small cargo company. There are not enough stars in the sky, but there is life. And then I (I) I am familiar (z)

I said, “What’s new?”

“Normal, I bought Logan, I rent a taxi.”

I: “And how can I earn it?”

A: “No of course. But what, no fun. In the afternoon, the car at the tenant, in the evening to me it catches, stands next to the house until the morning. Sometimes, from nothing to do, I take a taxi in the evenings, I'm connected to Yandex.

I said “Stop! So are you the same taxi driver who tells you that he has his business, and he charges for the soul?”

Z: “Nay, I try to keep silent, or we are such a sex of the country)))”

So guys, they exist.

There lived one cute girl Lena with her husband and she was doing gymnastics. Accordingly, stretched, flexible, with a certain type of figure.



There was a friend of Cole who breathed on her. He was also indifferent to her, but she kept him at a distance, getting married anyway. And she also had a few lonely cute friends from the gymnastics circles.



And then one common acquaintance who knew the whole story asked:



- Lena, well, since you don't need Nicholas, so introduce him to someone from the studio, with the same Anya, she's lonely.



and yes? So that then I looked into her pale happy eyes, listened to how he collared her beautifully and regretted that I missed him????? to

If vodka is poured into graphene, it becomes expensive.

We once lived on the outskirts of a small town, you can say almost in the village.
The situation was appropriate: a lot of green, and livelihood at least remove.
From time to time, a crown lived near our house: a large
A smart bird with stealing habits. He tore out of the balconies all sorts of little stuff, like pimples. But in measure.
Everyone got used to it over time. They called, of course, the Barbarian and began to feed. Although this was not a special need: Varya himself brilliantly hunted rats.

Once upon a time, a puppy appeared in our yard. of noble blood. Strong as such. Intelligent, fun and shameful. Quite quickly he grew up and became a general favorite: he plays with children, deals with strangers, masks his own tail.

And our dog joined with the frog. Although in the beginning he was spinning, raising, but then somehow softened and stuck to the orphan.

Together, they drank water from the same lochhan and fairly shared the rushed by the locals of мясцо.
Borka listened attentively to the crown when she told him something, and Varvara diligently pulled out of Borka the reptiles, confused in the wool.

Their friendship was observed with apparent indifference, but in fact with envy, by Belochka, the cat of Uncle Fedor, a war veteran, from the apartment on the first floor.

The Hunters of the Dormehbase arose, as always, unexpectedly. They usually went around at night. They appeared that morning. Someone was at work, the children at school, the elderly went to receive a pension.
Uncle Fedor shouted to the hunters, “Don’t dare, shit!” But no one listened to him. What can a legless veteran do?
The barbar arrived when it was all over, and the brigadier of the hunters, a healthy child with an eyelid in his ear, threw Borky’s body into a dirty van.

The next day, someone from the neighbors came to the base and brought Bork from there.
He was buried in the forest.

The crown has been sleeping since then. She virtually did not take the food left by the neighbors, but continued to hunt rats with resentment.

On the day the hunters appeared in our yard again, the crown was sitting on the branch.
Apples and watched the process closely.
Out of the cabin came a brigadier. He smiled and, squeezing with a squeeze,
Go to White. But despite the fact that Uncle Fedor screamed that there was strength, she remained in place, as if hypnotized.

The brigadier did not rush to the White and stumbled.
However, it was not time to put her on the white.
At the moment when Lasso made the last pre-starter twist, something fast and black broke out of the apple branch, furiously whispering, with lightning. For another moment, the hunter began to plunge on the spot, holding his ear, shouting non-member-splitting curse. The Barbarian described the circle of honor and sat on the top of the apple tree.
From her flaming beak hanged half her ear with a golden eyelid.

And Warka did not hunt rats anymore. So, sometimes off the window a branch of mimosis will be folded, it will be placed on a small hill that is in the forest, near our outskirts, and it will be laid on the ground, having previously placed the leaves.
Sitting and listening. Would it suddenly come from somewhere the stinking Borkin Lai?

You can write a prequel to Anderson's "Snow Queen" - about the development of this character, in the spirit of "Joker".
The impressive Scandinavian teenage girl is very angry at people because their activities lead to global warming.