The beginning of a new shift often coincides with the fact that the caller gets, gently speaking, not the most friendly. This informal tradition did not pass this morning.

D: The ambulance service.

Q: I would like to complain about another manager! What she allows herself!

D: What happened?

She called me a woman! How is it possible! I will force your management to answer for this! The hamsters!

He dropped the phone...

It’s always interesting to know what’s going on in your head when you complain about it.

Not touched. It is cheap.

At the refuelling station, it throws fuel "140 merins" relentlessly. Beautiful, black and predatory. The paint coating shines loud and corrupt, it does not see even the wind and the brushes of the car. Apparently the car was washed carefully and only manually. Next to him is a very adult man in a dark gray suit and a black badle. Having filled, the man carefully wipes the block with a white cloth, turns and closes the loop.

The next car looks like a girl.
You are so careful. It is pleasant to watch.
There is a young man right now. She is him:
Look at the man watching the car. Not dust or scratches.
The guy touches the car, respectfully pointing his thumb:
and Ogo. Excellent condition. Driving too little?
A man wipes his shoes with a cloth, pressing his shoulders:
Well yes. So it happened. I didn’t drive for ten years, then five more.

How was he called there? The multicast? The Hyperloop?
and Polycarp.
and exactly.

The year was 2013, my son is about six months old. Her wife had a tooth disease, and she decided to go to the dentist, her native aunt. Well, I decided to take her by car, it is good to go far and very uncomfortable. They put the child in a child’s chair and went. With sin half parked, the wife jumped to treat the tooth. I was prepared to wait. The child in the car sleeps sweetly, the windows are slightly toned.

After 20 minutes of waiting I got tired, I got out of the car to smoke. The car, by the way, is a huge UAZ Patriot. And I am also not small, 120 kg and 187 cm tall. Unbroken, and in the skin. The souvenir is another.

And here, I am standing next to the car and smoking myself, trying to see the child through the toning. At some point, I realize that the child is waking up. Young parents will understand my despair – if it wakes up, then both.

I stand and smoke.

And at some point, seeing all this ugliness, I take the railing on the roof, and I start to drive the car. To let the child fall asleep.

I crawl, crawl, the child asleep back. And I smoke, the second already, or the third, and it's okay.

Suddenly, behind my back, an echoing voice says, “Sorry, what are you doing?”

I turn around and see two ments, one officer, the other with a machine machine. They both look at me badly.

And here I look at the situation from the side - there is a healthy man, and the car is shaking. Not good somehow...

I had to show the starley a sleeping child, he penetrated, even eaten stood.

But it was uncomfortable.

We sit yesterday with our wife and remember who did what he did when he was a child.

I: “I remember fireworks under the bed warm. Mommy saw and gave the belt.

The woman said, “It’s all shit! Here I cut a piece of linoleum with a knife in the middle of the corridor to ride a hill. The father comes, and a hole in the corridor.

The invention of mine...)

Yesterday I stood at the box office in Lenta, sorry: in the yellow-blue shop with sunflower.

A row of 15 minutes, the car parked kilometers for 2, everything is filled. The cashier breaks the goods, I give a discount card and I get the price. I pulled the phone to pay and it became clear on my face that I had forgotten. I asked to postpone the package, but I will come not earlier than in 15 minutes, which the man behind me with his wife at the box office said that he will pay for my purchase, and I will transfer. He paid for 800+ rubles for my purchase, I took his number and came to the car and transferred the money. Even on the face of the cashier there was a slight shrinkage.

It was very warm in the soul! Not everyone in today’s reality will do that.

It was a long time ago, human greed was not yet out of the boundaries, and compassion for grief was natural. I knock at the door, I see the neighbors on the ground up, vanity what it is.

I open. Two daughters came, in tears, clothes trembling. They say, “Help, whoever can, to the funeral, our grandfather died!” A neighbor-grandmother on the venue slowly began to count the money in her wallet, saying, "Woe what! “”

I asked, “Which apartment?”

From the “59th”

I am standing, dumb, reading a familiar number.

I live on the first floor, apartments up to the 36th... I go further, in my head I think, so the second entrance, the sixth floor, the apartment to the right...

Bl... that! This is Serena’s apartment. A friend from his childhood, yesterday drunk beer with him in the park! He lives with his mother and has no one else. What kind of grandfather? All my childhood was running. "And the number of the apartment remembered only visually, while Serezha was wearing the socks under his pants! Here is the room at the door of the apartment and stumbled out of impatience.

Why the children number? Sixth floor, right, here is the full address! He briefly stopped the neighbor, telling the aunts that they should disappear for five minutes before the police arrived. They really evaporated faster... So I first encountered this kind of scam, and the grandmother of the neighbor was in shock.

The acquaintance shared. He drove to work last weekend in his wife's car (his car is in service), and she has a yellow Nissan March. The guy himself is quite strong and solid and looks a bit funny in such a car.

But to the case: I eat, he says, narrowing the road, the strip to the right of it ends and begins to crack it black X5, dull, without a turntable and without giving an advantage climbs right into its strip. The acquaintance decided not to change the trajectory of movement and speed, as a result of winged wings - an accident.

A young lady runs out of Bavaria and begins to shout wildly: you had to give in, what did you do, where you go, and so on. Comrade, understanding that there is no need to count on an adequate conversation and eureka, causes GIBDD.

A minute after twenty comes the row, the girl (D) immediately runs to the patrol car, begins to tell the employee (C) that she was just driving, and she was struck. The acquaintance (Z) also stood by and the following dialogue took place:

D: He hit me, I was just driving, I was right!

C: Here everything is clear about the location of the cars, of course you are right, the driver of the BMW should have given up to you when rebuilding. Are you a BMW driver? He addresses a acquaintance.

I was driving on March.

The son told. I’m sitting with my friends at the cafe in the evening. Those who smoke, those who only smoke. Suits a man strongly in support, begins a conversation for life. I wanted to talk, apparently. He stands next to and offers something, and even Gosha from time to time pulls his sleeve, listen, say. After some time, Goshe got tired of it, he said something to him almost to his ear, he sneezed and decidedly headed toward the road. Come to the sign of the pedestrian crossing and let it roll and pin.

The haishniki, who guarded on the opposite side of the street, were so upset by such greed, but quickly confounded and bound the hero.

We then asked Gosh what he said to him. Yes, he got me so, says, I see - mints like, well, and sent him to them closer:

- We argue on the bubble, you will not break the mark!

At the end of the last century I worked at a factory in a shop and was sent to find out something at the Department of the Chief Metallurgist. I go into one office, I ask, I am answered: "This is Petrovich doing, go to the office number 25". Hm, I think somehow without a name to a man directed, strange, okay. I go in at 25 and say, “I need Petrovich.” Tired of breathing, one of the women responds:

Not “needed” but “needed”. Nina Ivanovna Petrovich is me.

I don’t remember the exact name, but the name surprised me for a long time.

When I was a child, I liked shrimp, such puffy and puffy, those still sweet. I don’t remember this anymore, but my mom says that I decided to chew one of these... naturally, the hammer heroically wrapped the straw into the child’s palm.

The hand began to swell rapidly. They were out of town and did not take allergy pills with them, decided to resort to a saline solution, divided it in a litre bowl and told them to hold their hand in it for half an hour.

In general, the hand swelled so that it was not possible to remove it from the bank, so they went to the city, where they saved me with a suprastin pill.

At the refuelling station, it throws fuel "140 merins" relentlessly. Beautiful, black and predatory. The paint coating shines loud and corrupt, it does not see even the wind and the brushes of the car. Apparently the car was washed carefully and only manually. Next to him is a very adult man in a dark gray suit and a black badle. Having filled, the man carefully wipes the block with a white cloth, turns and closes the loop.

The next car looks like a girl.

You are so careful. It is pleasant to watch.

There is a young man right now. She is him:

Look at the man watching the car. Not dust or scratches.

The guy touches the car, respectfully pointing his thumb:

and Ogo. Excellent condition. Driving too little?

A man wipes his shoes with a cloth, pressing his shoulders:

Well yes. So it happened. I didn’t drive for ten years, then five more.

I work as a psychologist.

I regularly receive strange requests from friends and relatives.

Recently, a former classmate approached her and asked her to sit with her mother for two weeks while she was on vacation.

When asked why she decided to turn to me, she replied that psychologists like to help people for free, and her mother has already made three suicide attempts this year, so she would not hinder communicating with a specialist.

In thanksgiving, she promised to go on a date with me when I arrived.

I am married, she is divorced, three children and about 120 kg of net weight.

I refused, I thought a lot.

A good man is like a fertile soil: whatever you throw - love, care, respect, trust... - all will return full and more with a generous harvest.
The foolish is like a pipe hole: whatever you do not throw into it will rot and stink.

A veteran of the sea.

It was a very tired ship. His machts, cargo arrows, and his body seemed to say, “I’m old! Why do I continue to be tortured and forced to crawl from one port to another?“!”
In the ship itself, despite the consequences of numerous repairs and modernizations, it was still possible to guess the original silhouette of the legendary "Liberty" - the most mass transportation of World War II. At one time, U.S. shipyards made these steamers an incredible number, bringing the total production of all types of such vessels to three units per day by the middle of the war. The quality of the swiftly made ships was disgusting, especially in the early series. In essence, the Liberty type steam, officially designed for five years of operation, was single-use and paid off its construction in the first flight across the Atlantic, delivering its "land leasing" cargo from America to Europe.
It was even more surprising to find such a historic specimen in the suburban Caribbean port at the very beginning of the twentieth century.

Under his steam ship was his captain-mechanic: the daughter of the burning fat man of early retirement age in shorts, a souvenir captain's feather and shorts on the "boss foot". He introduced himself to Victor and told us his story.
In the distant eighties some year Vitya worked as a mechanic on this, the Soviet ship. Capitalism, which began in Russia, picked up an old steam boat and dropped it with the crew into the hands of a new shipowner from Greece. Gradually, the crew on the ship changed, becoming more and more international. Victor, as the only remaining specialist who thoroughly knew the device of the rare ship, the new owner did not want to let go.
As soon as the last remaining Russian sailor rushed to write off to the shore, he was immediately doubled his salary and he remained on the steam boat for another six months. The ship changed owners, countries of registration and ports of assignment, but not mechanics. At some point Vitya realized that Leningrad has long been St. Petersburg, and no one is waiting for him at home. His wife divorced him, his daughter grew up and got married to an Italian.
Without regular docking and major repairs, the once proud "Liberty" rapidly stumbled and stopped allowing it: first to decent ports, and then to almost all the others.
Cabotage flights in the Caribbean Sea are not as profitable as transatlantic, so the next shipowner, realizing the irreplaceability of his ship mechanic, decided not to pay him a salary, but took a share, making him his partner.
Having obtained the rights of the owner, Vitya reduced another expensive position on the ship - the captain, and, having assigned these duties to himself, moved to his cabin. “It’s still good,” he added to his story, “that we don’t have to go to civilized ports, and in these tropical suburbs, where we are ‘cabaret’, the local authorities do not have the habit of carefully conducting ship documents.”

After finishing his narrative, the old sailor took a bundle of keys from his pocket and, showing them, said: “These are the keys from my apartment in Petrogradka. I don't know what's there now."Then he breathed hard and asked, "How do you think I'll ever be there again?"

As soon as the extreme senses say that they can predict the future, immediately write to him in a row, do not worry, the extreme senses have foreseen it and will turn away, and if they do not turn away, then what charlatans to regret.

I have a good acquaintance, a doctor.

And she has a problem - she can't pick up a phone - everyone's battery is weak. The tariffs of the operators, too. All is expensive...

The other day I called, we spoke for 20 minutes, and then suddenly... the connection broke! Recruited it a couple of times - the subscriber is not a subscriber. Well, of course, again the battery village. In 10 minutes I called again - if I don't call again, I'll be offended. At the time, the phone had to be charged. No, the phone is still off.

It was another 10 minutes. I recruited again. turned off again.

Okay, I did my business. After 40 minutes, a call. from the doctor.

Have I been missing for a long time?

40 minutes ago...

I tell you, I tell you. You are silent... I thought, what an attentive listener, with what interest he is listening! Suddenly I decided to look at the time on the phone - and it is turned off! I just put it on charge!

Probably a very fascinating story, if she told me it for 40 minutes on the phone...

My son is about 13. A year ago, he decided to clean the balcony from unnecessary garbage, and at the same time to teach his son to quite legal ways of earning. I installed a local advertising board app on his phone. He showed how to use, explained that in order to have more chances to sell, he described in detail and attached more photos from different angles to the ad. He agreed to keep all the money he received. He has to do all the negotiations on his own. During the following several months, bicycles, old sanitary equipment, dead phones, self-driving cars, plugs and so on were sold. He told his wife not to touch his son or money in any case. For the money he collected, he chose a new phone for himself, and safely bought it, adding a little money from birthday gifts. As a result, he learned to talk and explain to foreign adults some details about the things sold. He gave him a sense of ownership that what he earned was his own. He decides how to spend that money. He instilled the power of will to save money, rather than run away and spend immediately on all sorts of nonsense. Release the balcony.

I sit next to the garage and smoke. Next to his car, a neighbor digs up.For instance, he does it constantly, regardless of whether it is broken or not. He loves engineering, he loves engineering. There are three bombs. Two faces, pressed to the chest, carry iron batteries. Behind them, with a careless view and with two long tubes in their hands, a third shakes out. Men walk slowly, periodically loudly staring under their nose.Fuck, we are late! Twenty minutes left! (Visibly before the closure of the metal reception point, which is further along the road)", - hurries them a friend from behind. They hide him and hide him further. The neighbor, seeing all this action, silently stops them and asks to put the batteries on the ground. After that, he takes one pipe from their third companion and moves it through the sections of two batteries, making for them a kind of "pipe". The men thank, throw all this weaponry on their shoulders and continue their way a little, almost a run. I should have seen their faces.