A healthy economy is when cows are more profitable than officials.

Dad decided to put the hamster on the table to run. The hammer of happiness first stumbled, then began to chew a bag of dry quas. Dad pulled him away, and then the hamster ran to the wipes, took one, stuck it entirely in his mouth, but it didn't get in, and so the piece was torn. Dad rattled over this and drove the hammer back into the cage, where the hammer first came to his house, took the towel from his cheeks, put it on, covered it and fell asleep.

The old Russian fun of sticking the expiration date on products today came to a new, state level.

I regularly watch posts about the conflict between consumers and shops. I wanted to tell you about my experience. There were a lot of fun things, I might write about them. Now a little about something else.

The motto prefix, sadly, means that our buyers are unexpectedly deadly much more often than we would like. It happened that they ordered spare parts for a motorcycle, paid for it and disappeared. And then one day I call to tell you that spare parts have arrived and I am answered by a woman’s voice. I asked the employer, but in response, "He died, I am his mother. What did you want?” I try to explain that her son ordered spare parts, paid them entirely, but suddenly I understand that this is all in the form of spare parts and I just offer her to return the prepayment. Apparently the woman did not understand what I wanted, said that I should not bother her anymore and put on the phone.

I don't know why I was so itchy, but I put spare parts for sale, sold it, and the amount there was a lot. I call the same number again, but it’s already out of the area. Through social networks, I find a dead customer, calculate his girlfriend, explain her the situation, she gives contact to the customer's mother. For a long time the woman could not understand and believe that I was asking her to come to the store so that I could give her the money. I finally realized that I came with a cake. The store did not suffer losses. My conscience too.

I work in a bank.

The history of repayment of the loan.

This time there is nothing unusual, just let’s enjoy the person.

Today came a 43-year-old man who took a mortgage in 2005 already far away. I made my last payment today. In general, it is a very rare case when the mortgage is cancelled for the entire term, usually selling an apartment, making refinancing to another bank or simply making large sums and closing prematurely. The client has been here for 15 years. He tells us that in these years, he married twice, from the first marriage was born and a child has grown up, changed several jobs, lost friends, planted health, in general, everything like an ordinary man. He says: "So many years have passed, a whole life, everything has changed, even the president has changed (Kazakhstan), and only one thing always, I came to pay for the mortgage every month."

Glad for him, but also a little sad.

When I was fifteen, my father somehow became psychotic and cried out, "You read little!" he grabbed Remark from the shelf of "Three Comrades" and handed it to me, and it was a turning point. I really liked the book and aroused interest in reading. The side effect, however, was the interest in the use of strong drinks, which Remark described with his inherent skill. It’s strange that I didn’t get caught up with crooked prostitutes.

According to legend, during the time of colonial rule in India, the British became upset that there were too many cobras in Delhi.

To get rid of the poisonous snakes, the governor assigned a reward for each cobra killed.

At first, the number of snakes rapidly decreased as a result of their destruction.

However, soon entrepreneurial Indians began to breed the cobra themselves for the sake of the prize.

When this became known to the government and the reward for the killed cobra was cancelled, the breeders released the depreciated snakes, and thus the number of poisonous cobra not only did not decrease, but even increased.

Order and discipline in Russia are synonymous with lawlessness and arbitrariness.

The financial problems of any company start with the fact that it is planted fairy dwarfs. Over the past six months, I have received at least a thousand pop-ups offering to install a Yandex disk and a Yandex browser. 5 times a day from all devices. No one in my life has been so persistent with me. No poor on paper. I said no, I mean no. But after a thousand do not start thinking - the respected once company began to behave inappropriately.

What is the result of this advertising campaign? Now I hate this company. About an hour of my precious life. Why am I born to this world? For another million times to click the rejection button on repeated Yandex proposals? Yes, hell will freeze before I use the services of this shameful shame called Yandex again. What is Tom’s reason? The company hired an efficient dealer, able to handle the entire planet.

Oil has dropped by 30%. The gasoline is traveling again.

I went to the room of a single lady. She was very curious. In addition to asking for life, she also looked at my things. I noticed that things were put in my big bag, but I was silent, I didn’t want a scandal. Before leaving home for a week, I put a note inside my bag above things: "Please don't climb my stuff." When I came back, I saw that the bag was opened. The mistress is angry, and can say nothing to me, because I would have to admit that she was lazy on other people's things. Without a scandal.

Aaa: Life is actually full of shit. How many years have I lived, but I have never understood it.

bbb: And what to understand, I bought an electric car, I norm)

ccc: This is the same as some expect, “global such happiness” that will fall upon them, unexpectedly but inevitably.

And no, it turns out, a small "happiness" you do yourself, a car, watched a movie, bought a "chivas" of 15 years, small dreams, and small joys.

DDD: My chair is not liquid today. The day succeeded

A few days ago I saw a movie advertisement on TV. The voice behind the frame says: “... natural spices, thin paste, and most importantly, a filling of meat that we produce ourselves...”

And on this phrase on the screen, the following happens: a woman (apparently a mother) chases a little boy and catches him. The next picture: two older twin boys, sitting at a table and wrapping up the pelmeni. No younger... I thought.

Even in ancient times, the plebs, who desired all kinds of hallows, such as bread and spectacles, received only dictators and emperors.

About predictors, analysts, futurologists and other predictors.
I read the internet, who only and what does not predict and do not analyze - where will the rate of the dollar go, where will oil be released into one hand, who and why will finance Greta, who will become the president there and the chairman of the government here, who will "count, destroy and replace"... whether we return the Crimea with the Kuriles and go into excess with Belarus, whether China will buy the Baltics and not cheaper the last... who invented the coronavirus and in what amounts it is treated with vodka...

It’s like the anecdote about the blonde and the theory of probability: “What is the maximum probability that you will meet a living dinosaur when you go out on Arbat? “Nowow... 50 to 50... or a meeting or not.”

In the early 1980s we studied in the medinstitutes and we had a cycle of psychiatry. You come to classes in the morning, you are given a patient with schizophrenia, for example, individually or in a group. Here you are with him and communicate for a couple or three hours, look at him, understand how and what he reacts to, how he responds, what structures he builds, what behavior corresponds to this disease.
Subsequently, having met similar behavior in the bus, in a team, at a rally - you immediately understand who is in front of you and how to treat him.
This reflective ability, to see mental abnormalities, life still complicates me and, at the same time, colored with bright colors - well, how at the party not to diagnose the interlocutor, who is "directly like in the picture"?
Or at a meeting with the big boss... “the most interesting types, I’ll tell you, batenka, get.”
Yes, and here on the site, in the comments, full of lovely samples, although students are given for training in diff-diagnostics.

So, we were given a sick at another class. We talk to her, we ask questions, she answers us seriously, she jokes sometimes, school is going, time for lunch... - beauty!
Why she suddenly cried out that “Tomorrow Brejnev will die,” I don’t remember. We’ve stumbled and continue to learn, though.
Tomorrow morning we come to the psychiatric classroom - and our teacher is not. As not the patient, and the guest, and the chief physician.
In the morning it became known that Leonid Ilyich died in Moscow and all who were involved in this information were taken for questioning and slightly detained there, until the circumstances were clarified.
The logic of the organs was simple – “knowing of death in advance, that is, death was planned; planned, that is, a conspiracy.”
They were released in a day or two, into their usual offices and rooms.

Ever since somebody, closing his eyes and confidently lowering his voice, tells "only to me in great secret" that he knows "from very large offices", I look him enthusiastically in the eyes, all in confident attention, and I see clearly before me that crazy aunt, who absolutely accurately predicted the day of Gensek's death.

Sobyanin banned coming to work from Italy, France, Germany and Spain.
The work of the city council, the State Duma and the government is paralyzed.

It was always so in Russia: having defeated the fifth column, the state was taken for the rest.

One day, my father spoke to me with an awful and frightening thought:

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When asked why they rejected the law "on prohibition for deputies to have real estate abroad", the representative of the parliamentary corps replied that this law would put 99% of deputies before the election: either to continue to deputy, or to keep real estate abroad...
It seems to me alone that for the people, it would be better if the Council, in its entirety, decided to keep the real estate and left, finally, its posts to people who will work for the country, not for the arrangement of their real estate?

Does anyone in the government work for one salary?