It happens that happens - and without laughter you will not remember, but how you think about how it could all end is scary. This happened to me recently, just a month ago, when my friends and I went to celebrate the New Year at the cottage. Noisy company, bathhouse, barbecue, music, girls, fireworks: in the country house we did not bother anyone. We rested in full, but after two in the morning I honestly donโt remember anything.
They forgot me
I woke up from the coolness after a few hours in the bath. Washed up. The door jerked - locked. Well, I think, probably I graduated something, locked up like a riot. We have to go out: the bathhouse has already cooled down, has become damp, and on me from clothes, sorry for the details, underpants, wet slippers and a jacket on a naked body. He took up the phone, the time is seven in the morning. The hope of getting through to someone is weak, but there is. There it was: there is zero on the balance. I decided at least to throw the beacons to my friends so that they would call back. I threw it. I threw it again. No sense. Who will hear them drunk at seven in the morning? Meanwhile, it was getting colder.
He waited a little, and decided to knock the door. It was clearly closed on the outside by a hook - cast iron, rustic, you will not break. And the door was a match: thick, strong, made of larch. He pressed his shoulder once, twice, but she did not give in. I got it. He went to the window, but it is clogged, it does not open. And if it were to open, more than the head would not pass there. He wrapped his hand in a jacket, broke the glass, leaned out, began to scream. He screamed until he was hoarse, and in the bath it became completely cold. Thatโs how good it would be for someone to call me, even accidentally making a mistake with the number! But the miracle did not happen. I leaned out as soon as I could, and then only saw that my friends' cars were not in the courtyard. Gone! And they forgot me, it seems.
Freezing rescue freezing handiwork
What to do? The phone squeaked that charging was running out. If the cell phone sits, I will be doomed. When will my comrades remember that they forgot me at the dacha in the bathhouse? They can go a day. Desperate, I began to execute myself, that I hadnโt even thrown money into the phone bill since the evening, and that I had removed all the cash from the card โ here they were, useless pieces of paper, in my jacket pocket. And they can help me now only in the stove, as fuel. And if I hadnโt withdrawn all the money from the account, Iโd go online now - the benefit of the unlimited has been paid โ and Iโve thrown at least a little through my Internet bank into my phone. Well, if only one of my relatives congratulated me on the holiday, even if I transferred a hundred to the card as a gift!
I went to the social network then, suddenly, someone from my friends was sitting at seven in the morning on the first of January. Everything is offline. No luck, no luck! Though lie down and die! Everyone is sleeping, only on a page on the Internet the advertisement blinks: โ ", A loan around the clock on the card.
Here it is, a way out! And as I did not immediately remember: there are services on the network that can even lend you money in the middle of the night, at least at the end of the world! At a percentage, of course, but quickly transferred to any card or bank account. With a sinking heart, I began to rummage through my pockets, whether I took my passport with me. Thank God he was here, and I started to arrange a loan. If only other documents were not asked. It turned out not: except for a passport, nothing was needed. The questionnaire for Zymer was very simple, and I tuned in to wait for the money for another hour. Only an hour, and I can resolve my shameful imprisonment in the bath.
Lucky
Money came instantly! I think five minutes have not passed, as SMS informed me that the money is already on the card. Hallelujah! I did not call my friends to wake them up and ask them to come after me. Who is driving now? I called immediately in a taxi, explained how I could, the situation. The operator was clearly laughing at me, but who would not? I myself would have laughed with pleasure, if it had not been with me. In general, after about forty minutes, the taxi driver, smiling, rescued me from the bath: fortunately, my friends only closed the door with a hook, and not with the barn lock. Frozen, of course, very much, but the taxi driver with understanding was, turned on the stove to the fullest. So we got to my house. In the afternoon I paid with Robot Zymer: there something came out about a hundred rubles. In short, nothing, especially if you think that in the bathhouse I could freeze to death. I would have forgotten the phone in the house, and remember the name of Serge.
Sergey Pestrukhin,
Based on materials https://www.zaymer.ru