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I was already starting to think that this topic was dead forever, but then I overheard something and decided to make a small sketch.
In this sketch, there will be some details that I will deliberately change.
So, today I was riding in an electric train, and a young woman of very pleasant appearance was standing nearby, having a business conversation on the phone. Okay, I won't drag it out; I'll just say that this conversation subsequently became very long, took a certain turn, and was filled with so many details that I soon almost completely knew the entire biography of this young woman, including her name, the name of her business subordinate, the name of her husband, the name of their child, the name and patronymic of her mother-in-law, and even the name of their pet poodle, the address of their apartment and country house, and even a couple of her husband's friends. In short, I could go to Wikipedia and write her biography there.
At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The woman was talking to her husband, consulting with him on a business matter. In the process, she revealed to everyone in the carriage where she worked, what they did there, and what her education was. And she also swore terribly at the staff, even using profanity, although she remained calm all the time. But it was this profanity-laced calmness that especially drew my attention to this conversation, which had already ceased to be a business call and now concerned a hat. The fact is that the woman was already fed up with her husband, who wears a summer hat in winter. She will simply throw this hat in the trash next time if she sees him wearing it again. Let her husband show her at least one normal person on the street who wears a summer hat in winter! She is not going to visit him in the hospital when he freezes his toes because of wearing a summer hat in winter and may even suffer something worse! She is not going to argue with him; she has already said that it is impossible to wear a summer hat in winter, simply impossible. She will now call his mother (:eek:) and tell her everything, about how her son wears a summer hat in winter.
And she really did call her mother-in-law and complained to her about her husband, and then she called her husband again and said that in the evening they would go to his mother's house... In an ultimatum form, of course.
Then the conversation turned to a domestic topic. She has been going to work for four days now (note that today is Wednesday... That's strange!), and he has been lying on the couch watching hockey all this time. And he didn't even bother to fix the wardrobe during all this time! How can he not find the tools? He can't find the tools and fix the wardrobe for four days? (A short pause, the husband says something to her...) Actually, they are called SCREWS! Don't you still know what SCREWS are? (Okay, the last phrases somewhat justified her in my eyes, although, of course, not completely)
Well, I'll skip the threats of eviction to the forest as a result of this review and other promises. What is the moral of this sketch? Turn off your phones when you watch hockey on TV, guys!
In this sketch, there will be some details that I will deliberately change.
So, today I was riding in an electric train, and a young woman of very pleasant appearance was standing nearby, having a business conversation on the phone. Okay, I won't drag it out; I'll just say that this conversation subsequently became very long, took a certain turn, and was filled with so many details that I soon almost completely knew the entire biography of this young woman, including her name, the name of her business subordinate, the name of her husband, the name of their child, the name and patronymic of her mother-in-law, and even the name of their pet poodle, the address of their apartment and country house, and even a couple of her husband's friends. In short, I could go to Wikipedia and write her biography there.
At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The woman was talking to her husband, consulting with him on a business matter. In the process, she revealed to everyone in the carriage where she worked, what they did there, and what her education was. And she also swore terribly at the staff, even using profanity, although she remained calm all the time. But it was this profanity-laced calmness that especially drew my attention to this conversation, which had already ceased to be a business call and now concerned a hat. The fact is that the woman was already fed up with her husband, who wears a summer hat in winter. She will simply throw this hat in the trash next time if she sees him wearing it again. Let her husband show her at least one normal person on the street who wears a summer hat in winter! She is not going to visit him in the hospital when he freezes his toes because of wearing a summer hat in winter and may even suffer something worse! She is not going to argue with him; she has already said that it is impossible to wear a summer hat in winter, simply impossible. She will now call his mother (:eek:) and tell her everything, about how her son wears a summer hat in winter.
And she really did call her mother-in-law and complained to her about her husband, and then she called her husband again and said that in the evening they would go to his mother's house... In an ultimatum form, of course.
Then the conversation turned to a domestic topic. She has been going to work for four days now (note that today is Wednesday... That's strange!), and he has been lying on the couch watching hockey all this time. And he didn't even bother to fix the wardrobe during all this time! How can he not find the tools? He can't find the tools and fix the wardrobe for four days? (A short pause, the husband says something to her...) Actually, they are called SCREWS! Don't you still know what SCREWS are? (Okay, the last phrases somewhat justified her in my eyes, although, of course, not completely)
Well, I'll skip the threats of eviction to the forest as a result of this review and other promises. What is the moral of this sketch? Turn off your phones when you watch hockey on TV, guys!