We have an exceptional mess with order, and the mess is usually order!

In the United States, a firefighter refused to extinguish the house of his ex-wife.

The burning Helen was out of anger when the firefighters arrived suddenly stopped in a short distance from the burning house instead of rescuing it from the burning fire.

It turned out that the chief of the fire brigade was her ex-husband Jim. Their family life lasted for 15 years, after which everything collapsed because of the fact that another man appeared in her life. The divorce process lasted more than a year with scandals, and in the end she managed to judge the house.

And after some time in their former common house and a fire, which arrived former husband Helen at the head of his brigade. But half a kilometer from the scene, he gave the driver a command to stop, and ordered the members of the brigade to refrain from extinguishing fire.

According to a divorce court ruling Jim, his family and relatives were prohibited from approaching Helen closer than 500 meters. The angry hostess had to call another fire brigade, but as they arrived at the scene, only ashes remained from the wooden house.

Helen again had to file a lawsuit now on her ex-husband and his colleagues to obtain material compensation. But this time she lost.

The defendant submitted to his defense the ruling of a previous court case that neither he nor his relatives have the right to approach his ex-wife. And his colleagues, with whom he has worked for many years, are the closest people to him.

So he could not break the law that justified him.

“I didn’t think about green energy,” thought Greta Thunberg, heating a rat on the fire.

I was brought to the village as a child (5-6 years old). We lived with my aunt. Well, I was playing there, doing every kind of childhood stuff. My aunt asked me to help:

“I’ll burn the old boards, and you, little boy, put them in the fire (so they called the prisoner).”

And I am happy to help. But there was one, but my father burned on the street. Well, my aunt’s boards are old pills, I catch them and bring them to my father in the fire. The aunt sprinkled everything, walked past the pollen and asked:

Where are the boards?and¿

I answered proudly:

How is it? In the fire!! to

And I bring it to the fire, and there its plates burn...