I have three questions: Why is the desert in Agly a dessert? Why is the desert called the Sahara? Why is sugar called sugar sand?

Which day is your diet now?

We approach the building where the bowling is located. The time in the area is 23 hours, we doubt whether they work. At the entrance administrator, we address her.

Hello, what are your working conditions?

We work until the last customer.

Great, then we go in!

Unfortunately, the last customer has left today.

It is not holy, it is what I live.

How to get rid of a “single mother”

We have some friends, a family couple, Anna and Oleg. They are just forty and have no children. No, they are not childfree, becoming parents did not allow health. When it became clear that Annie would not have children, Oleg said that for a happy life he needed only a wife, and you can live well and without children. What they do. To be honest, I think their life is ideal. They travel a lot, do sports, and are very happy. Everything in their lives is thought out to the details, whether it is a dinner or a trip to Machu Picchu. There was only one thing that overshadowed their lives. Follow the words of Anna.

I was looking for a new apartment for a year. Coming side by side with the alkas, the main criterion was the presence of adequate neighbors. Finally we found the perfect apartment, cornered, last floor, bottom of a pair of age and newlyweds in a neighboring single house. They made repairs, moved and lived two years in peace and agreement until the neighbors had a child and they sold the apartment. There was a young mother with her daughter, 4 years old. And here begins hell. From Monday to Friday, the mother wept at her daughter, the daughter wept simply because she wept at her. It all lasted for hours to three nights. In the weekend, the girl was fused somewhere and a continuous girlfriend began. After all the threats from our side, the music slowed down, but the “horse” rust became even louder. In the morning, they were singing. Only I was able to fall asleep as I jumped up from the lengthy “Ugnaya, Ugnaya”. There is nowhere to go, hell, there is space. No walls or doors. I have already started repairing that I love so much.

Then she took the dog. A small one, whirling and terrifyingly loud. And to all this weapon added a crackling, this is the kind of sound that this spitz made. I was already accustomed to the bull of garbage bags that this mother-hero left for the night in the tamper, but one day I got stuck in the shit. After a deep night, Mommy slept until lunch and, of course, she didn’t come up with anything better than sending the dog to a walk in the tambour. Now, even in the morning, we had to go out with special caution, a small spitz so longed to sink into our guests. He scratched a couple of times. Like in the multicast. Our cat walks on a luster, around a feather, my husband and I try to catch a small warhead with a destructive charge.

To all the claims there was one answer, I am a mother, I am hard, I am raising my daughter alone. When I asked early to put the child in order to let everyone sleep, the answer was masterpiece: - we have a small apartment, the child has no place to play, here you have no children in a hundred meters, you can take it in the evening. Oh, I dream of doing someone else’s child every night. The tambour was becoming more and more loud. We did not argue at first. When the first package of garbage appeared, I, realizing that it was difficult to live alone with the child, offered her help. But a poof. I have a child, you owe me everything.

Eventually I could not stand and went to the area. He wept, sincerely sympathized with me, said that he could not help anything, but advised one option. Write a complaint to the guardian. I was surprised:

What about guardianship? She is like a child does not beat when the girl is at home, drunkenness does not suit. What was the answer:

If you want to live a normal life, write a statement. The text is approximately like this. This citizen does not work anywhere, is engaged in prostitution in the apartment where the child is. The girl is probably beating, because she is constantly in blue. Please check and take action.

I left the police in anger. I’m not going to write anything, it’s just bad. Better I make sound insulation and generally sleep in the wardrobe, there is no such sound. So I lived a few more months and realized that I was ready not only to lie, for the sake of a peaceful life. I was ready to send a forever strong child to a children’s home, a dog to a circus, and my mom to be shot. I really hated them all. I treat the children well. The nephews dream of staying with us overnight, we set up a tent, look at horrors and have fun. I hated that girl.

The guardianship worked quickly. At nine in the morning on Monday, the commission was on the threshold. I didn’t even go to work and attached my ear to the wall. It was wonderful! Dog fucking in a tambour, a sleepy mommy, a mess in the apartment, a mountain of bottles, after the weekend. I was delighted! I was not ashamed of the drop. The aunt of the guardianship got caught dead. I don't know what they threatened her, but as a result, the neighbor went to work, gave her daughter to the kindergarten and got rid of the dog. And now we have complete silence and complete relaxation. She doesn’t say goodbye to us anymore, well, I’ll survive.

This is the story. I don’t even know if Anna did the right thing. In any case, everyone benefited.

Where can I get my contribution?
You went to the bank, right?
Well yes.
Go to the bank and ask. We have Sber.

2017 year. I hired a girl, a distant relative of our oldest (at the time of work) employee, to the position of a "trade representative on the allocated price", more simply - "VTP". The contract is great, the salary is high, the payment of everything and everything. I do not want to work.

It is necessary to pay tribute, the first half of the year, the girl stepped up, developed the base, increased the volume of sales, paid money to the box office in time, respectively, and the size of her motivation grew.

Then suddenly there is some failure in her head, she collects a decent amount from counterparties in a couple of days and disappears.



Calls are not answered, all attempts to contact by phone through parents and relatives are in vain. Our security guard went to her parents. I told them the essence of the matter, and very polite, without any pressure, agreed to meet with us in the office and discuss together how and what to do next.



The next day, a call on my phone. A man calls, appears to be the husband of our accident and in an official tone (apparently recording the conversation) warns me that if I do not stop the pursuit of the “innocent” (so he said) girl, which, according to him, I want to “throw and take away”, he will file a statement to the police. I know that the girl has no husband. The questionnaire, a copy of the passport, the contract of mat.responsibility and the acts of verification from the contractors are in our hands. I didn’t talk to him, I polently said goodbye, “OK, we’ll see you in court.”



In fact, it went out. Our lawyer filed an application to the police, the court came with a full package of documents. The party did not come and did not provide a representative, although they were notified by all possible means. Of course, we won the case. We were offered a peace agreement: if the debt is paid in full before the end of the year (in fact it was offered a delay of 4 months) - we will remove the charges, but the girl ignored this offer. A criminal case (the amount dismissed is quite large).

A couple of days after the verdict, a call from her “husband” again: “Here is her address (it calls him), go to her and take the money.”

To my question from the section “why does she not come and give money to the box?” the answer was brilliant: “she does not want to listen to anyone and go anywhere, but she will give you the money.” After consulting with the lawyer, he decided not to go anywhere. This could well be the result of subsequent charges of extortion.



The result – the girl has a postponed prison sentence because of a young child, but will sit anyway. Pay the debt too.



And I have the same question: did she (VTP) do all this? She was born with money (related to construction), she was far from a fool (otherwise I would not have taken a job), her salary was very decent, was always paid on time, without delays, so NACHRENA? What’s missing and what’s going on in the head of such “chucks”? Why ruin your life? I am confused...

I stand in the yard of the house near the entrance in the car I dig. A man approaches me and begins to ask for money. Next I am, M is a man.

I’m sorry you don’t have 3 rubles.

No – No

M - Well I see what is, my friends beat me all took away, not a penny at all.



I looked in my pocket for the little stuff I gave him, he left.

I sat in the car and continued to dig in the settings. A knock at the window. I raise my eyes again, this man shows me to drop the glass.

I go down and he says to me:

I'm sorry you have 3 rubles will not be me my wife dropped out of the house...

I-man you approached a different story half an hour ago

M (rotored) - Bl... with me constantly something h... nej happens..))

We are working on the new construction, repairing the electricity after the change of the project. Koreans work on the same floor, laying tiles. I ended my hump, I leave the apartment and go to the household, on the same floor through two apartments, of course, I leave the perforator on the hump. The Korean approaches, points his finger at the perforator and says:

Do not leave.

Yes well okay. I’ll be back for a moment, no one is here.

Do not leave. Sleep with smoke.

Where were my eyes when we bought this apartment? My husband said this yesterday.

Initially, we tried not to make any common mistakes when choosing an apartment. Immediately looking for a good area, a relatively new house (2-3) year, so that the repairs neighbors did and immediately interested in the neighbors on the site and above us, not to buy an apartment with neighbors lovers of midnight walks. And here we found a suitable apartment, the neighbors were friendly and welcoming. They talked about all the advantages of living in their home (and why didn’t it alert us?). The apartment was sold by the military, he served in another city and from the moment of obtaining this apartment, he gave it to some woman, Zina, who lived alone and every month transferred money to him on the card. Zina turned out to be an Asian woman, aged 35-40. The apartment was virtually empty, in one room there was only a bed and a booth, and in the kitchen there was a table with taburets, a plate and a dishwasher. We looked at the apartment in the afternoon. The floors were washed, the toilet and bathroom smelled chlorine, like the whole apartment. We planned to quickly make a cosmetic repair - change the entrance door, wallpaper, bathroom, dishwasher, toilet and buy furniture. The money was allocated only for that. I was already in the eighth month of pregnancy, so we were looking for an apartment in a new house so that there was no need to do major repairs.

So, we looked at the apartment and agreed on the deal and safely eë spent. The owner of the apartment said that Zina, the guest, has already found the apartment, is moving today and will give the keys tomorrow. Since the apartment is empty, there is nothing to take, we did not worry. The next day, her husband called Zina, and she asked her to live for another week, but her husband refused and she said she would give us the keys at six or seven in the evening. She called at six and asked if we were going. We both stayed at work, and Zina said she would throw the keys into the mailbox. On that day, my husband had a competition among children's football teams. As long as the prizes were given to the winners, as long as all were photographed, as long as the inventory was removed - it was already 8 o'clock in the evening. We were tired, but we went again to look at our apartment, the keys we had with us. We found Zina’s key in the mailbox. But they could not open the door because it was locked and the key was in the lock from the inside. We were surprised, knocked, called, no one opened, and the lights burned in the windows. Then I pressed the call button and didn’t let go for 5 minutes. The door suddenly opened and some Moldavian appeared on the threshold and began to shake his hands and shout that he would now show us how to touch the calls of others. His husband did not touch him, he just cried, and considering the large sizes, sports bodybuilding and coach voice, the Moldavian immediately stopped waving his hands and began to say something about the fact that they can not go anywhere without passports.

They! Is he not alone? How many of them? My husband and I looked around, my husband told me to stand here, and I went into the apartment with this citizen. It turned out that there was still a aunt and bags with some things in the apartment. The aunt began to scream that they paid Zina for 3 months of residence, and she deceived them and stole their passports, and they are from Moldova and without passports they cannot. Her husband pushed her aside and went to check out the other rooms (the three-room apartment), he turned on the light in the dark room and I heard him sneeze. I thought there were a dozen more migrants sitting there, and it turned out that when he turned on the light, I saw a lot of bugs on the walls, on the floor and on the ceiling. I had never seen the bugs before that day and was just in shock. These Moldavians said that Zina handed over beds to migrants. There were 5-10 people in the rooms. We slept on the mattresses on the floor, there were a lot of bugs, and it stinks of the toilet in the apartment, because the toilet was one, and when it was its turn, they went to write, and sometimes not just to write to the bathroom.

Then I realized that on the day of our parish the whole apartment was washed with chlorine to stop the smell. The Moldovan man warned them that he knew no Zina, and since it was already night on the street, he allowed them to spend the night, and at 7:00 in the morning, so that they were not here, because he will come with the workers in the morning. This aunt tried to whisper that since this is now our apartment, we must now find that Zina because she stole their passports and owe somebody money there. Her husband cried something in Moldovan and she remained silent. We have gone. And then began the war with clowns and faces of different non-Russian nationalities. And if we defeated the bugs, harvesting everything to concrete, blocking all the gaps and rubbing them with stinking gas (the treatment was ordered at the sanitation station), then non-Russian personalities called and knocked on our door for about a year. We had to do the repair very quickly, which we did not expect and send all kinds of migrants in the woods, who broke in the door with the scream that they called Zina and transferred her money for accommodation on the card, and now let us open the door or give money, or they will now call the police and it will be worse. It was Pepe. For a year, we weighed those personalities who were looking for this Zina. And when we, in the case, asked the neighbor, why didn’t they tell us that there was such a trance? She looked at us surprised and said, “Yes, what? We so wanted the apartment to be bought by a Russian family and cleaned up all that mess."

Why, regardless of the weight of the passenger, can a certain weight of luggage be taken on an airplane? It would be fair if you weigh less – you can take a heavier suitcase!

Who said hope dies last?

I think she is not dying at all.

How many generations have changed, and the hope for a better life remains.

Not so long ago happened the act of my "self-dumbness" in terms of punishing an employee. The worker, having completed the operation, lifted the dash controlled from the floor to the machine machine, grabbed the part on the magnet (the device is simple - the lever turned, and it grabbed the dwarf with a dead grip), himself clumped onto the part (the plate - allowed in place) and thus the knee, standing on the moving part, removed it from the machine. Then you would get up, drive a couple of three meters, descended to the ground.
I did not burn my companion. That is, a penalty on the premium, an explanatory for the violation of the rules of security, well, and the other in the same kind. The worker then followed me for a week, asking to cancel the punishment, the same was the technician, saying that he may not stand this way, maybe for now only on words, well and on in the same order. In short, I am a bad man, who took and punished from behind. But, what is interesting, since then, people in the shop have begun to think little: is it worth it? Suddenly, whoever will see, suddenly, whoever will tell - the shorter on the rod especially stopped climbing. But anyway, they walk and offend me badly.
Yesterday there was a serious accident at the neighboring company. The man is now in resuscitation, the ribs are broken, the lungs are pierced - chew. Of course, the info between enterprises is spread simply by finger-click. Opinion of employees:
1st Where did the Master look? Couldn’t I say it can’t be so?
2nd Is the computer engineer in the nose?
Three If they punished anyone at least once, the workers would think what and how to do.
But at the same time, I retain the status of an idiot and a blind man of the poor working people. Strange though...

Own Bank of United Russia (SBER)

I was sociable not only in childhood but now, 2 years ago, walking along the pond in the city center to me approached 2 people: a man and a woman, began a conversation about the weather, by their appearance (pronounced faces, books in the hands) I realized that the front house two Jehovah’s Witnesses (their church was in our city) and whatever we were talking about, in 2 minutes the conversation will go about God, in 1.5 hours I drove them out on 5 basic theories of origin in life, creationism deceits, archaeology, etc. and etc.

When they realized that I was hopeless, they were about to go away and say: “I am Jehovah’s Witnesses.”

C: Well we go, we have a meeting.

I’m going to go with you, I have an interesting conversation.

C: No, we are ourselves.

And then I realized that I took them--

I once went to a training workshop and wanted to put a protective vest on my hands. I approached the coach and asked if I could take this vest for a good memory of this wonderful workshop that literally changed my life. The coach looked at me surprised and said that nobody had ever asked the jacket this way, usually they were all dumb. It seemed that he was even embarrassed. But the rules are the rules, the coach continues, I can’t let you do that. In the end, my colleague pulled off two vests and gave me one when I arrived.

Even bad dreams at night are better than any thoughts.

Cats hate water. We clean it in the end. At the same time, he tears everybody's hands, roars and tries to break out already on the approach to the bathroom. One day I found a new way. More water he is afraid of the vacuum cleaner, so the cat was taken to the bathroom and the vacuum cleaner was turned on in the hallway. I sat in the chair quietly.

A man in Ancient Rome enters a bar, raises two fingers and says:
I have five beers, please.

Xxx: When the son was capricious in public places, they loved to approach the good aunts with the words "You won't stop crying, I will take you," and my son was hyperextensive, he was happy to give his aunt a hand and said, "Let's go!" The aunt usually did not know what to do in this case and just left. And I stayed with a child who was crying even more because his aunt didn’t take him with her.

Yyy: It’s wrong that some strangers tell the child that they can take him away. So the child has the wrong idea that he needs someone at least.

He introduced nuts into the diet, a very useful thing, especially for stimulating mental activity and improving memory. And here a few months later - I lie on the couch, rest and here the BAC, in my head without a reason, clearly pop up the numbers - 196 296 094. The numbers are very familiar, but intuitively I understand – it’s something old. It turned out that this was my ICQ login, and I used it for the last time in 2005. It became interesting, I downloaded ICQ, but I did not remember the password. They changed a lot in 15 years. I started writing to ICQ to restore my account. It turned out that the account is alive, but to restore it you need to list the friends' logins from the list of contacts. Below is an approximate dialogue with people from my list of contacts, whom I have not seen for 10-15 years:



Hi, how is it?

What a people we have not seen for a long time! Hi, what did I want?

What kind of logins did you have at ICQ 15 years ago?

by 0_0



After learning from three people their exact logins (something like Elf1987, Ebanator84, Trahalka) I restored access, went into the aska, looked who I have in contacts and removed it to hell for unnecessity)))



P.S I didn’t think it would be that effect from the nuts 😉