Yesterday I sat in the dining room, the company is not large, has a dining room for a couple of dozen seats. I curl in the pasta in the fleet, I think about the algorithm for the program. And next to a few female individuals, discussing something alive.

At the end of my ear I listened to the conversation of a coloured blonde.

My husband is an idiot. I kissed Karen from logistics at the corporation, then went to him to listen to music. I returned home in the morning. The husband two weeks of the scene of jealousy arranged, and yesterday the bat - filed for divorce. Not an idiot?

And the ladies around them say, “Well, yes, well.”

And I totally agree with them. What fucking two weeks to wait? ; )