I recently talked to a customer about the snowfall in Peter. He runs a fairly large enterprise and participates in regular meetings with the district administration, which gather about all of our natural disasters. He told me a little about the specifics of these activities. First, indeed, he told about his colleague from Germany, who faced the same problem in 2010, when Europe was plunged by snow. We also had snow on our ears and my acquaintance asked how they lived there. “We live well. The kids like it,” the German replied. “In the sense, is it great? It all collapsed. Neither to pass nor to pass. Has life not stopped?” “Well, we did a couple of days on weekends. Then the soldiers came with their equipment and cleaned everything. “In your factory?” And in the factory too. They cleaned up and removed the snow. We work as usual.” “How much did it cost you?” In other words, at what time? They are military. We pay taxes, and in such situations they save the situation everywhere. No extra money is taken from us for this.”

And Peter, you know how? The employer asked me.

– How to?

We were gathered for a meeting on the snow collapse in the city. And here is one deeply respected by me until this point official says, addressing us: "Lord, let us put that snow, which we can not take out of the city, on the territories of your enterprises? And in the spring it grows itself.” Do you understand? The Germans pay taxes and during the fucking to them military, like the angels of heaven are, and they all ruin only if they continue to work and pay taxes. And we - throw in all the holes, and even snow from all over the city want to fall in full seriousness.

That’s all he said about 2010. But, judging from what’s happening in the city, nothing has changed since then.

A psychotherapist is a person who makes the cockroaches in your head walk.

In the village of Fedorovka, only one strip was cleaned from snow by a tractor. I went to the house and bought a place to park and turn around. A fat cat walks on my side. Such a rustic. At 50 meters, it begins to swallow. I said, “X-X, let’s go and bite!” And he does not pay attention - so he goes and blows with constant periodicity. Five meters before me, he moved on to another track, passed by, rebuilt back into the same track that he was walking on and went on in silence. And then I realized: he was bicycling me!

Are you a servant of the people?
and exactly!
Tell me something about the servant.
The state owes nothing to anyone.

After graduating from the pedagogical university in the early 2000s, he looked at the salaries of teachers in the places offered, spit and went to work for himself.



Somewhere in the photoshop I will work on order, somewhere I will collect and sell berries or cedar knots, somewhere in the market I will trade, someone will write an article or advertise for a businessman. It was sometimes more than the monthly salary of a teacher per day. And here again I am standing in the market, selling black. And then there is a wave from the wave. He stopped, shrugged his hands.

Well, it took five years to study, then to stand on the market, to trade!

It was worth. I got a higher education, I became much smarter.

Well?

And as I became smarter, I immediately realized that it was better to trade in the market than to work as a teacher for a penny.

I stayed home alone with my kids on Saturday. It is time to put them to sleep after lunch, and they are angry, choking and don’t want to sleep at all. Usually, his wife reads them stories or tells them stories that he writes on the go. But I was lazy and I told them that if they calm down and fall asleep quickly, the Dream Fairy will come and kiss them in the lobby and they will have beautiful dreams. It worked.



The wife came, talked to the children, approached me and seriously asked, “And what is the name of this Fairy, who kissed our children while I was not? “...

I walk with my grandson in the park. We reached a non-freezing pond where ducks swim.

Give them bread!

The ducks can’t eat bread; they get fat and die from it.

You are forcing me to eat bread. Do you want me to get fat and die?

Son of 10 years. Money for a certain gadget. The main income article is the results of the quarters. All five for a quarter +1000 in a copper. Plus DR and some holidays. Copy for a long time.

At the school there is a shelter for abandoned animals. If possible, buy dry and wet food, oatmeal (for dogs, apparently, in the shelter to cook food). A good idea, I think and give my son 100 rubles to the store.

Dad, what am I going to buy?

A packet of dry dog food or a few packs of wet can be. You in the school 1000 students, each little by little, here and get a solid help.

My son came out and thought he would go to the store in half an hour.

And then he calls: Dad, come to the store, help bring the bags.

I, and without problems, dress up, go out and hang out a little, why are these hundred rubles heavy bags? ? to ? to

I rush to the store, I see a son with a cart in the bucket, and there (well, your mother, sorry, the first thought was like this) packages with good, a lot of...

This shit devastated his money and bought it for everything!

I had to drive home first and go to school in the morning.

I told my son nothing about it. His money earned. Charity is good. When I looked at him in the store, he said:

I will survive without a tablet, but cats and dogs will be fed. and money. I will copy again.

I thought a lot about this incident tonight. Apparently the impulse is noble, but spending all the savings on charity is not right.

He did not insult, asked the next time to consult with me (I am also good, fucking, gave a hundred rubles, the fault is behind me). Tom finished this story.

P.S. placed half of the money spent on him. A lesson for both of us.

My grandmother’s second husband was just an offgenic: kind, reliable, smart. They met with their grandmother when they were about 50 years old: Grandma was widowed shortly before, and grandfather was divorced. The story of his divorce from his first wife I heard as a child, but, honestly, I didn’t believe it. And then, at the age of 15, I faced a situation that made me think: suddenly it was the truth.



His first wife was a perfectionist and a cleaner. He loved it and tried to match it: to wash the cup there, not to leave garbage, etc. But quarrels on this ground still occurred periodically: he worked in the factory and sometimes was too tired to watch if he forgot to remove the plate somewhere in the dishwasher or to twist the toothpaste cap. The quarrels exhausted him, but he thought that once everything else was fine, these little things could be tolerated.



But it turns out that even small things can become critical. His wife threw him out of the house, you can’t believe it. After a change in the factory, he fell asleep in front of the TV with a glass of tea. When she saw on her favorite carpet, which she always so thoroughly cleaned, an unwashed cup of undrunken tea, it was as if the devil had settled in her. This is the end of family life. It’s hard to believe that an unwashed cup can be a cause of divorce. At least I did not believe. Then the following incident happened to me.



We were on a train to the Olympics in another city – I, my girlfriend and another schoolgirl. The boss has gone somewhere, and we are sitting three in a coupe: a girlfriend hangs, a girl drinks tea, I relaxed looking out the window... Well, the nature is beautiful, the air is fresh, the wheels measurably knock... By the dreamy look of the girl with a cup of tea, it can be seen that she is feeling about the same. But it was silence and grace only for us two, and my friend's eyes were bloody all this time. A few minutes later, it just exploded, and I had never heard a man speak like this. The reason: when a girl drinks tea, she becomes sick.



Do you understand? That is, we both sit relaxed and don’t even notice these sounds, and for my girlfriend it turned out to be a real torture. Moreover, the girlfriend is not inadequate for any, absolutely normal person, we at that time have been friends for three years: polite, friendly. She endured for quite a long time, though for her these sounds were worse than the sound of the iron scratch on the glass. And when my patience reached the peak, I just couldn’t cope with myself. The girl with tea is sad, of course: I will never forget her eyes when she sits so relaxed, and here suddenly such a stream of aggression is unclear for what.



Why am I writing all this. Sometimes what is small for one is unbearable torture for another. It all accumulates, accumulates, and then follows an explosion. And the main reason for the misunderstanding is that the first seems like everything is okay. Now I regret being sardonically laughed at my grandfather’s story about this unwashed cup, although there was a sincere misunderstanding in his eyes and it was evident that he wasn’t lying. She still thought, "I brought my wife something else, and now lying about the unwashed cup." Sometimes it can be such a little thing.

XXX: My sister has two children. The first appeared with a spiral, the second with contraceptives.

yyy:...It is the Valka - the spiral fell, it is the Light - the pill failed...)

Zzz: Is that Anton?

Found in reviews about a major Chinese online store:

I was returned the money for the ordered items and accompanied by the following letter:

Previously ordered goods cannot be delivered. Factory, warehouse, explosion, all are happy. I am sorry.”

It was a long time...

My husband worked as a grower. It opened holes with a positional admission from a cell to a micron and a precise diameter.

I didn't have enough money, moved to Chelyabinsk, arranged for ChTS.

The master comes and brings the iron:

“Listen, I’ve broken a hole here, and my fingers show the diameter.

The Comrade:

Damn, where is the drawing, what license?

The Master:

-Bl@#$, I tell you, THAT is here and THAT is like this... they’ll come from the aircraft, bl#$%... it’s a tractor. The only thing he can do is stop!

I have to get used to the new reality.)

I had to go to the labor inspectorate today to submit a declaration.

I come, on the first floor of the building, my grandmother meets me and says, I will miss you, but they have a working day today from 14:00 to 17:00, and points to the tablet on which all this is written. I was there around noon.

Well, I think okay, what to do, I’ll come at 4 a.m.

I come, write out a pass, get up, find the right office, there is a person sitting 5 absolutely indifferent people.

I said, here is the declaration.

We will not accept them from you.

Emm... and why?

- We have the reception of declarations today from 8:30 to 13:00. Read what is written on the door.

Really on the door schedule, and everything is right from 9 p.m. to 1 p.m.

- Because I will come to you in the morning, if you work from 14:00.

Why do you think we work that way?

On the first floor, it is written in large letters.

(Name of the scene)

The end.

Once I started working in the analytical department of a small bank. My colleague was forging one working forecasting model — I don’t remember which one — and found a rather gross technical error. A formula was confused. He showed the mistake to the head of the department. He, realizing the level of stupidity of the mistake, shook up and promised to find the culprit and deprive him of the quarterly premium. They arranged a real investigation - who when changed what files, what edited, etc. And suddenly it turns out that the chief of the department himself struck. And what did he do? On the nearest leaflet he said that he could not deprive himself of the prize, as it would cast a shadow on the entire department. Everyone had bad words in their heads. but. His quarterly prize the boss decided to give to the one who found the squid. I think he was an outstanding leader. However, he never went above the department.

I drove a colleague yesterday. A colleague, by the way, is a very cute woman, age uncertain: in the soul twenty, in the passport a half. On the road, we find out that she has a driver's license, and it has been 10 years. I was very surprised by this news because it was never noticed while driving. When asked why she did not drive the car, a colleague told the following situation. In general, when one day the car flew out to meet her, she dropped the pedals and the steering wheel, pressed her legs and covered her face with her hands. Then, on her own experience, realizing how her brain responds to emergencies, she realized that under no circumstances could she ride. So he rides the subway, safeguarding himself and potential neighbors on the road.

There are enemies all around, one in the mouth.

Six months in a relationship. The girl is cute, calm, such a lamp and home. The case is approaching the rings, but there is one problem: her mother. He opened up, and in no one, “He’s not a pair of you!”
A call this morning:
It is cute! Take me with my mom to my grandmother. My car was blocked and broken. I cannot leave.
Okay, I mean I have to. He took them from the entrance, and heard what he said:
And I say, he’s not a pair for you! This guy happened by chance. and ah!
Further the road through the whole city, as usual, traffic jams, traffic jams behind the wheel, ice and mate do not speak out as ladies in the cabin.
We went to the right courtyard, on the narrow path you have to go to the next house. And on the right is the "pradik" with the driver's door open. The driver is driving, the monsoon is listening. If I close the door, I will pass by calmly. He signed, his hand with the middle finger was pushed out. He was angry and went out. On the other hand, the harry advanced, twice my, wider.
Thank God, I won’t lose my leg. As a fool entered the salon, he knocked on the door. And passed quietly. He stopped near the desired entrance, and the future aunt, already leaving the car, gave:
I seem to be wrong. I’ll see you, and a couple more.
I now feel like I don’t know anything about my foot.

For 30 years and 3 years Ilya Muromets was lying on a warm oven... And then, when the receipt for the heat for all this time came, he took the sword and went to the management company.

This story happened in Perm on January 18, 2019. At the police station, a call came from a young boy.

The child in tears asked that they "take his parents and put them in jail because they are behaving badly." The officer tried to find out what exactly happened to the boy at home. But the child was literally hysterical, so his words were incomprehensible. The police decided to go to the scene. The address was by the boy.

The police opened a young woman, the mother of the child. She and her husband were confused and did not understand why the police called them. The officers searched the apartment and found a boy standing in the corner. At home it was calm.

From the conversation with the parents, the police found out that their son wanted to get a chocolate. But he was rejected because he did not clean his toys. As a result of the parents' protest, the child's demands became hysterical. The boy thought of calling the police. He explained his behavior as follows: "I wanted my mom and dad to be taken to the department, and I could get the chocolate and eat."

According to the boy’s father, they played criminals and policemen several times with their son. The father simulated calls on the numbers "02" and "112", so the child remembered and managed to independently contact the police.

Such a ridiculous and at the same time ridiculous situation forced employees to close their eyes to the false call and not to fine the family.

I am on a wedding trip. "Well wedding and wedding, many get married, nothing unusual," I thought until this day.

The bride calls and promises that they will take a loan for the wedding, but since the bridegroom is not given, she will take over.

What amount of loan did you decide to take? Something I stunned so much that it became difficult to think about. I ask

I don’t know why you’re so worried, Lily. The guests will give money, with them we will repay most of the loan and everything will be fine. The bride explains.

The half? ! to In the credit? ! to Two days of play? ! to Yes, for your soul, for this money you can buy a car, sit down in the rest and take a vacation to the Caribbean, mill! And even if the marriage breaks out, you will at least have a car left! Wake up, mother, you are creating a wild thing where your bridegroom does not put any fucking money into this feast! Well, you want a loan for a wedding, so take the amount that you can "pull" or take equal amounts of loan. It makes sense to take pollamas on this matter, and also on yourself, and on the condition that your husband, in any case, will have nothing to do with this duty.

No is! We love each other and Dima said he would make payments too! Well, they don’t give him a loan because the ZP is small, so what to do now? ! to And I only have a dress worth 70,000 + his suit + spending on a restaurant, a photographer, an operator, a limousine and a tamada! He also invests in the wedding - he will go to buy tapes, balls and cake. Well, plus for the wedding, I do not call the poor and they will give normal amounts, and we will close the loan.

and hm. Thank you, of course, for not considering me a poor man. Exactly what amounts should the dear guests give to your wedding?

A thousand, twenty-four thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand.

I'm sorry, but I can't come to you, I don't have such a gift.

Say that you are sorry for money and you are just jealous! The bride shouted and dropped the phone.



how to react to this. But I’m glad that I saved 10,000 on a gift for this wedding.)