The black pole
The fact that life is always striped, everyone knows. After the white strip must come black, only the degree of blackness in everyone is different.
The day of my forty-five anniversary has come. A bright day! Gifts, congratulations and of course a good drink in the circle of friends. The next morning, with a good body, I sit behind the car and go to work. On the next lighting, I look at the salon with a dim eye in search of what may cause the desire of the Haishnikovs to stop me, which is absolutely unacceptable due to the presence of a abundant gap. Suddenly I noticed a delayed checklist.
The disorder. I decide to do everything immediately, the benefits of communication in GAI are available, you only need to pay for receipts. The wallet was empty, as the day before we walked to the last penny. I go to the ATM - the card is blocked! I went to the bank and asked what you do. I need money. They are in response – your card is blocked after yesterday’s three incorrectly typed codes!
I begin to recall, as if yes, some actions with the ATM were undertaken, but because of poor coordination and poor memory, the ATM ignored my request to issue cash. I even rejoiced. Thank you to the ATM for not wasting all the money. I am in the window - unlock the money needed faster. Your passport told me polite. Passport at home.
No figs, smiles, need a passport. Your mother! I drive, rushing home trembling of fear that GAI will stop, that the gasoline will end.
In 40 minutes I stretch my passport and wait for money to rain. I will never forget that cute girl and her words - congratulations on the forty-five-year-old, but your passport is invalid from today! I went out of the bank with no one.
I am a man without a car, without money, and without a passport. Really a black line!
In order not to provoke the fate further, I, like a true Russian guy, dropped the car, spit at work and walked to a friend to cheer. After the first drink, life began to improve.