Xxx is a. I also remember the story from that time. I lived in the village then. One acquaintance, coming to a local store, complained to the bank Russian Standard. A map was sent to her by mail. We wrote that this is to you, said, to thank you for the timely and honest payment of the loan. There are already 65,000 on the map (I may be mistaken in the sum). You can use them when you are pleased. She and her husband were very happy. by Halyawaa! The Gift!

Well, they tried to film them and spend them. I bought a couch and something else. Cheers to this. Someone said it was a credit card. That is, money is not just a gift, but a loan. They will have to be returned within a certain period of time, otherwise there will be high interest rates. The grandmother was frightened, and came up with a way - burned the card in the oven.

There would be a state, and there would be a cook.

A colleague at work told me. The dog died at their house, lived for a long time, but apparently its time has come. To her 5-year-old daughter, she told her that the dog had fled to the village, so that the grandmother would not get bored. Also "at a visit to my grandmother" was recalled the poppy Tishka, who flew out of the cage, talked to the cat and... In short, the grandmother in the village has a whole company.

The summer has come, they decided to bring the daughter to the grandmother for the summer, and the daughter to no one. He rattled and said:

“Mommy, I don’t want to go to my grandmother, no one has ever returned from her.

The mayor of London has cut his salary.
Such complications the virus has not yet given in Russia.

Better later than not later.

I am an IT analyst. Yesterday, the most popular (with a big gap) question on the telephone line was "What is the half-life of the radium?"

Have you been to Russia?
I have a salary of 17,000 rubles, what does it mean to be?

I ordered a black microwave, because all household appliances for the design of the kitchen are black. On the sites everywhere, it was the black model, was absent, even on order, but was the same white 30% cheaper. Miraculously in one place I find black in the presence. I leave an application on the site, writing in the comment to the order "only black! "I call the manager, I say in direct text, I emphasize times 3: "Just black! “” The manager is such, "I understand why to repeat 10 times, and I see specifically black in the application." Three days before the first call. The courier calls and asks where to go. Explained (although two times previously indicated the address in the application and by phone). “No,” he said, “I won’t go far. Come to our warehouse on the outskirts of the city and take it.” I, naturally, do not make the sheets, pay the courier in cash, I tell him that I will order it anywhere else, because I have delivery to the house, and he is here. We agreed for a certain time, to which the courier did not come naturally. And I arrived only after 4 calls and 3 hours in the neighboring courtyard, Karl! On my admonitions come at least before the entrance, because with him that delivery to the door, said that and so with my order stuck. Well, we people are not proud, we go to the neighboring courtyard.. gets a box out of the body and sweat papers, say, on, pay and sign up. People are apparently in a hurry. I wrapped him the papers back, I say I need to make sure that came what I ordered, because only with delivery at least 3 pieces already. I go to the store, I open... white blade! I still get burned up, my arms are shaken, and I’m cracking inside of anger when I remember that moment. The courier still wanted me to schedule no matter what inside, ah. I refused, I said not that came, chao-cacao. Because white I could buy 30% cheaper in my own city, and even on the day of the order. Then the girl manager called, asked what was wrong, white is also a beautiful color, which I explained to her that in the conversation with their office I used the word black so many times that you can liquefy coal, and they still brought a white. "Oh, you know, the black in the warehouse is over, we thought that you and the white would fit." Is that what they have in their heads? Then another one called, apparently her boss, already offered a discount of 8%, which I told her that even on their site white and black have a 30% discount and it is stupid to overpay 22% in nowhere. “We can’t make more discounts.” I was left without a black microwave.

Today in the district center met a colleague from the most remote school of our area. He told me such a story. A guy in 9th grade is studying with them, not without abilities, but does not experience interest in studying. He gets three and is pleased. After two quarters of this year, his mother said to him, "You go out in the end with a shooter, I will buy you a scooter." The boy changed 100 percent, took the study so that in the third quarter only three four, the rest "Excellent." The last quarter was remote, it seemed that the guy would no longer have problems. In the end, all “five” and only in the English language “three”.

“Wait,” I said to a colleague, and he said, “Why didn’t you work with an English teacher? “School strikes will not hurt.”

“As we worked, the director and I talked and threatened. The English teacher is his mother.

And she answers, "There is no money for a scooter, a lot of cows have been raised, everything will go for food."

Why did she promise?

I wanted him to stretch up a little. Next year I’ll get a motorcycle.

A colleague at work told me. The dog died at their house, lived for a long time, but apparently its time has come. To her 5-year-old daughter, she told her that the dog had fled to the village, so that the grandmother would not get bored. Also "at a visit to my grandmother" was recalled the poppy Tishka, who flew out of the cage, talked to the cat and... In short, the grandmother in the village has a whole company.

The summer has come, they decided to bring the daughter to the grandmother for the summer, and the daughter to no one. He rattled and said:

“Mommy, I don’t want to go to my grandmother, no one has ever returned from her.

I remember the 10-12 years ago.

I then worked in a 24-hour kiosk as a salesman. There was no restriction on drinking during the night. Most often it was like this: during the day there are many buyers, and at night you look at the telephone or sleep, the buyer approaches and wakes up by knocking on the window. I think many will remember this form of trade.



One night I knock, I open the window, and my uncle stands. Happy as a smile in all 32. Apparently quite overwhelmed.

Hello to you, girl! A beer please! I am so happy that my wife gave birth to a son!

I congratulate you

M – Yes, today was such a wonderful day! I am on a business trip now, prepared the project for the presentation, successfully presented it and now our company will get a contract for a few million, and I - a non-stop prize!

Well, I can congratulate you twice.

M yes thank you. I decided to point out. You know, I’ve been working on this project for so long, it’s very important. I recorded it on the disc, now I carry it with me. Imagine I’m carrying a few millions with me, roughly speaking. I don’t trust anyone, I don’t leave anywhere.

He showed me this record several times. Well, I did not pay special attention, because all kinds of buyers are full of strangers and no longer interesting.

I am UGU. Here is your beer, all good.

is leaving. Five minutes later, a girl knocks on the window. He asks to sell something and says:

Oh, you have a disk here.

And shows the same album "with a multi-million project"

I - Probably, the man left, 5 minutes before you was here. Put him here, he will come back for him.

D – No, I will not. Suddenly there is something important! I’d rather leave him with me, this man I’ll look for here in the courts. Winter, cold, three hours of night

I am OK. All the good.

There are another five minutes. This man knocks. All in panic:

M is a disc! I left my record! I have lost!! That is all my work!! There is a project!! I will be fired!! My wife gave birth today. God, how am I now? How do I keep them?? to

I tell him that the disc was taken by a girl, went to look for you, you can wait for her here, maybe she will come back.

M: No, I’ll go and find her. If I find it, I’ll give you a reward of 10,000! Give me the disc!

is leaving. Then comes a girl.

D - You know, I just went home, watched the disc... There is very interesting information! You can get a lot of money for him!

I-Dak wait here and get a reward.

I already understand what becomes like a show. Well, let’s see what happens next...

D – No, I’ll go home and go online, suddenly I can sell expensive.

Maybe, maybe wait anyway? The man came, very upset, wanted to give a reward of 10k.

D is yes? Maybe I’ll find him here. He is probably nearby.

is leaving. Well, I am already waiting for the arrival of this man, who in tears will tell about his difficult fate, which will catch him. The boring night shift straight revived 😄 I will not bother you with the same type of dialogue, they were running after each other several times, and I was waiting for the unlock.



Everything was roughly the same. The man was upset that his family would now die of hunger, all he wanted to give 10k for the disc, and madam all ran away and could not take the reward))) In the end, she says to me:

D – Something I can’t find. Let me give you a disc for 5000! Good luck, you will get the same! You will earn.

I am not, let’s not. Let’s, you leave me this disc, and I will then honestly give you 5k 😄 And in general, you’ve gotten tired of this comedy. I want to sleep and you are disturbing me. It is no longer interesting. I can call the police so you can find each other 😄

They didn’t come anymore 😉

The guys have to pay tribute - the acting game was excellent. Apparently, many times they worked, because so much time and effort spent on this show)))

It’s sad when the salary is funny.

Conversation with the Sberbank robot

and lifhack.
In Sberra introduced a robot, which accepts calls and is very unwilling to switch to the operator. I said I understood that you need an operator, but let me answer... Yesterday I called for a fraud attempt, our intellectual duel lasted for three or four minutes.
Connect with the operator.
Do you have a question about the map?
Connect with the operator.
Ask me, I can help you.
Connect with the operator.
In the end, she gave up.
Ask me if I can’t answer your question, I’ll switch to the operator.
Well, I had to start with that.
What is the half-life of radium?
I contacted a specialist...

What is there in the swamps, Barrymore?
People who have never been slaves are demanding apology from people who have never been slave owners, sir.

xxx: Testi constantly watched on youtube broadcasts such as RenTV (secret and unknown!) and transmitted it to the world. One day I took his phone and blocked all these channels, and then I read various easy-to-do news like Qwerty, SciOne, Science 2.0, Drobyshevsky’s lectures, Chernigovsky. He added a bunch of channels about space, such as Aplha Centauri and all kinds of craftsmen (Garage 54, Creosan).



After six months, people’s views began to change radically! He began to operate the concepts of "unscientifically" and "unprovenly", stopped looking for aliens, became interested in achievements in the field of AI. The other man became straight!



I'm going to do the same with his political views :)



The hero we did not deserve.

It reminded me of my case at the English airport. I want to hand over the suitcase in the luggage, and the mark from the previous flight as nakedly attached to the pen, and so simply not to remove it.

I approach the airport officer and ask if he accidentally has scissors to cut off this dishonest label. He said, “No, we can’t keep the knives here.” and pause. “Because we’re going to tick them into passengers!” The face is happy.

I once tried to call a master from the mountain canal just to clamp the counter.



I recruit them. I am listened to and they say "on matters of clamping of the meters you need to call a special phone, it is just about such matters that we have." They dictate him.

I think, ah, it is great. A separate number under their counters. I call this number. And I come from there with an expression in the style of "pets, dogs" and they say "the challenge of the master ONLY on a written (handwritten) statement submitted to the reception."



Do you understand, dear Pickup? They have a special number with a specially trained hamstring aunt who specifically takes the phone to send you to the reception room for paper.



In short, I put everything I thought out to them on the mail. It facilitated. If you are fooled and fooled in any office, do the same. Help will not help, but it will be easier for the soul.



“Hello, dear city of Smolensk. I am writing to you from the distant future, the 21st century, 2019. I don't know if you already have the Victorian era or you are still suffering in the dark ages of the Middle Ages, but I have light news for you: in our time, the application for a master's call all companies make by phone - this is such a magical thing that allows people to communicate at a distance. Very good truth?

I know that you still need to appear to each hologram personally and write a handwriting by applying your literacy, but now that you have great knowledge of the technologies of the future, you can take advantage of them and change your work. Per in ten or even five years the suffering will not be burdened with the duty to reach your threshold.

You are truly a Smolyan.”

The director came from the court (the application filed), tells and laughs. There now everyone in the "one window" is accepted, because of which everyone waiting for their turn is aware of the reasons for the appeal of other visitors. It says, one lady came to apply for the recovery of alimony from the child's baptismal father. Argument: “Well, he is a father, even though he is a baptist! Let him pay! No, let him be baptized, but the Father!”

Rejected, although it took her a long time to explain why not.

Xxx: I would like to ask if you regret it. But today I listen to songs from the 2000s. Splin, Bi-2 and I cried. It was a youth that was careless and still alive. When you are in the tent under the rainy rain waiting for the performance of your group and you are not cold, because you are not alone and the tent is not yours, but the girl you met here and you are warm together, you enjoy each other, and then you run to listen to the world that will no longer hear your young funny voices, and then you promise each other to write in the ICQ, and then you go on the train home, and then your friend gets a knife, incompatible with life, then the film quickly rolls around and here you are old, sitting by the window, and you seem to have achieved all that your wife and wanted to sleep next to you and your children put in, you have money in the bull, and you smoke and want there back to the rock festival, in the arms of that girl whose face you no longer remember and who you will not know.

A Buddha walked with his many disciples through the same village. Several men, his opponents, gathered together and began to insult the Buddha in a fierce and evil way. He listened very quietly. And because of that calm they became somewhat uncomfortable. There was an uncomfortable feeling: they insult the person, and he listened to their words, like music. Something is wrong here. One of them said to the Buddha:

What is the matter? Do you not understand what we are saying?

"It is with understanding that such a deep silence is possible," replied the Buddha, "If you came to me ten years ago, I would have rushed to you. There was no understanding. Now I understand. Because of your stupidity, I can’t punish myself. It is up to you to decide whether to offend me or not, but to accept your offenses or not – that is my freedom. You cannot impose them on me. I just reject them; they are not worth it. You can take them for yourself.

Now my students will leave you.