On December 25, I went to the store to buy a martini for the corporation. I took the bottle into the basket and went out.
The girl in the box asks: What year are you born?
I: What about those who were born in the year of the Horse Martini for free?and :)
Do you have a passport, you have 18?
I: bleak... lived to 30 years almost nobody ever asked...
not sold.
Yesterday I went with my husband to buy something for the new year. I bought a kilogram of ice cream for 600 rubles, I think: Ahhhh, I will sit down on January 1 Sherlock to watch... And I haven’t been in the metro for a long time, and they say to me at the box office: your card is blocked, you need to register again with us to make purchases.
The cock. I didn’t sell ice cream.
I am afraid to go to the laundry store. Suddenly they will say, girl, you have small breasts, we won’t sell you a bowl.
This is what is happening in Russia before the New Year.