My wife has a beauty salon. A small one, 10 years old. The wife herself is a master of manicure, does it carefully, and her clients have been visiting her for many years. A few years ago we moved to the suburbs, we live in a collective house like this... I stand on the street, I smoke, a neighbor comes out, a lady aged 27-28. We talked...
What is your wife doing?
It has a small beauty salon.
OOOOO OOOOO! Is the manicure done there?
...?!... Well... of course!
How do I get your wife to make me a manicure?
Come into the salon with her. There is a phone...
“Yes, I don’t want to go to the salons there... Let her take everything she needs from work today and make a manicure at home in the evening! have agreed?
My wife does not work at home. First, she comes home late, and secondly, at home she is resting.
The neighbor silently left... The next day I stood smoking... The neighbor came out.
Why didn’t your wife bring me anything yesterday and make me a manicure?
...!!! I told you that she doesn’t work at home.
I don’t understand – what is the problem? Bring everything you need from work, and I - my neighbor - for the sake of warm relationships, make a manicure?! We can be friends!
My wife is almost 55 years old, and she is the director of a beauty salon... at home she has not been working for a long time! Do you understand?
Will she make me a manicure?
Go to the salon with her.
And the neighbor stopped greeting me too! Strange people! Or are we getting older and no longer understand something in modern relationships?
“A woman must be educated properly,” the taxi driver tells me, “I don’t even allow anyone to tell my granddaughter that she’s beautiful. Although she is pretty cute. No reason. Better not to know. My mother educated my daughter wrongly. Everyone told her not to study, not to work. You have to get married and everything will be fine. She grew up, the fuck knows what. He does not know how to work, he does not know how to work. My husband is waiting. Therefore, a girl should not think from birth that she is beautiful. She needs to think about education and career.
I am silent. I haven’t grown up yet to argue with retirees about how to raise children.
“Why don’t you have a car?” the taxi driver suddenly asked.
I don’t just want to, I answer.
Does my husband have a car? He does not lag behind.
I do not have a husband. Where does his car come from?
Why is she so beautiful and has no husband? He is surprised.
“Because I have education and work, I ironize.
For a while he remained silent. Reloaded on. Then the rest of the road was rough. I fear he never told his granddaughter that she was beautiful.
I went to McDonald’s for coffee this morning. I order in the terminal, a couple approaches the box. The girl makes an order, the man adds, “And Happy Mile!” The further dialogue:
Girl: What else is Happy Mile?
I want a toy.
D: What one?
There are robots.
D: Why are they for you?
M: I like them.
D: And what, now we’re going to buy everything you like?
M: But there’s a great blue robot.
Seeing that in the turn are already beginning to joke about what is happening, someone whispered very loudly, "Let's buy a toy to a man," the girl allowed to take the companion Happy Mile. His eyes were filled with happiness. It was interrupted by the phrase: “Vitya, pay for us!” The man believed in success and asked the treasurer about other toys from the collection, but the girl said, "You have enough of one."
I take my son from kindergarten. In the car, he asks:
“Daddy, why did you take me out of the garden later?
“No, baby, I’m taking you up at the same time, just getting dark on the street earlier.
Why is?
Autumn is coming and the day is getting shorter.
Why is?
The sun rises later and goes down earlier.
Why is?
Well, see, our planet moves around the Sun on a not quite circular trajectory, that is, at some point it is further away, somewhere closer to the star. Plus, the Earth's own axis of rotation is slightly inclined and at some point less sunlight falls on us and the light day becomes shorter. Do you understand?
That’s why you took me later.