I live and work in Omsk. My parents live in Novosibirsk. The story ended with me in the early 2000s. I worked in the Omsk branch of a Novosibirsk bank. The manager of the branch was from Novosibirsk and was appointed temporarily until a candidate from the local was selected. Here he wandered every week between cities, between family and work. And one day we go on a trip to Novosibirsk to defend the annual plan. The composition of the participants of the trip: Your submissive servant (hereinafter I), the head of the branch, my good acquaintance (hereinafter GB) and the above-mentioned manager (hereinafter U). It should be noted that we are all about the same age.



Sit in the couch. The train Omsk-Novosibirsk He departs in the evening from Omsk and arrives in the morning in Novosibirsk. We talked in the evening, drank a cup and went to bed. We woke up in the morning, washed, gathered things, soon Novosibirsk. And there is such a conversation.



U: I will not go to the end, but I will go out at the Novosibirsk-Western station, so I get home faster. The time is 7 in the morning, we are waiting at 11 in the bank. I eat breakfast, change clothes and go to the bank at 10.30.

GB is OK. Then I am at the hotel. Meet at the bank.

I: Then I also go to the West, I go to my parents, from there nearby. We will eat, drink and meet at the bank.

U: I will go from the station to the house by tram, I will go to the Sibyryakov-Guardian Street.

I: I will also go with you, I too will go to the Siberian Guard Street.

U: I am until the Vertskovskaya stop.

I: I will also go out at the stop.

I have a house n.

I: I am in this house too.

The manager and the chief looked at me, thinking I was joking. I like to joke sometimes. Then we go out with the driver, the headbus goes on, we sit in the tram, we go quietly. We go out at one stop and go home. The manager looks at me, with such a look, said joking and enough. But we go further. We approach the entrance, he opens the entrance, we enter.

I am on the fifth floor.

I: I am too.

We rise up. The manager approaches his apartment, opens it and looks at me.

A: So what next?

I go to the neighboring apartment and knock on the door. My mother opens the door, embraces me, sees the manager and speaks to him.

Hello to Serena! As a deed! My son came on a trip!

W:......................! to

This story ended with me.

Back, I took a cognac and my relationship with the driver was significantly warmer. It is a pity that he was soon taken from us to Novosibirsk, and then he went to another bank.