Taxi.

Several years ago I didn't have a car and had to move by taxi. It was a terrible period in my life. I took a taxi at least twice a day - to get work in the mornings and get home after work. In Russia you never know what condition you can expect The taxi to be in. It may be a car that will break down in the middle of your ride.

Once, I waited for a taxi after work as usual. A taxi company called me and a nice girl told me that a taxi was waiting for me. When she said that it was "Lada" the fifth model I almost fainted. What? "Lada" the fifth model? It was a good car in the 50's, but what was it still doing here, in the taxi company? I had no time to wait for another car, so I came down to the car.

It met all my expectations. It was a very old and rusty car. I got into the car carefully. A happy driver, seeing my concern, said me: "Don't worry, everything will be okay" and pressed the gas pedal and then he stopped. At that moment two stereo speakers fell on my head from the back shelf. The driver cried: "Sorry,sorry, I will fix it right now." I decided to stay in the car and tried to get home on time. When he pressed the gas again, the back seat just fell apart under me. The back seat was so old that it fell into two parts and I found myself on the car floor. It was the last straw.  I jumped out of the car and decided to wait for my husband who promised pick me up from work in an hour.

My cat.

My cat is very beautiful. Everyone can say the same about his cat, but my cat is really beautiful and you can verify this fact if you look at the picture which I will try to attach here. My cat is a female and she is so tender and reasonable that sometimes I think she is more a dog than a cat. She meets me in the hall when I come home in the evening and she tells me that nobody fed her the whole day. No, she cannot speak Russian but she meows so vividly as if she tells me "Mistress, you cannot imagine how I missed you, let me kiss you fifty seven times. Do you know your little daughter didn't feed me completely. I was so unhappy that's why I ate a half of the chicken in your pan on the stove. Don't worry, I left you the other half of the chicken because I love you so much. I only licked your half of the chicken because its surface seemed to me too fatty. I care about your shape and I tried to degrease the chicken for you." This story I heard from her on Friday when I came back home after work. I run to the kitchen and saw an empty pan and chicken bones on the floor.  A tiny piece of the chicken also lay on the floor. I looked at my cat with a silent question. She looked like a grey, guilty rat and she meowed that the chicken just fell on the floor itself. "Mistress, it's not my fault. I have no hands like you and I couldn't put the chicken back into the pan. If you are talking about the small remaining piece of the chicken which I left to you I can explain it. I am just a cat, I don't know how to count and so I cannot divide a whole into two equal parts."

The Challenger Sale

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Storm Damage near my home from Hurricane Sandy.

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