The phrase "girlfriend of his wife" almost all of my married friends causes a pessimism tide. I am not an exception here, although I have a little global claims for these ladies. In the end, one of them was introduced to my wife, and I have no reason to hate her for it. Sometimes (and maybe even a little more often than it requires common sense) they come to visit. Also anything terrible, although noisy bachelorette party with wine, retrochetics and a magnificent lady, who is trying to sit on the twine in the middle of the living room, it can not always be a pleasant surprise upon returning home.
The real horror is that his wife's girlfriends are always under the side, even if they are thousands of kilometers from Moscow. In the era of smartphones, women's chatter reached a new level. Not so long ago, I sincerely wondered how you can felt two hours on the phone with a girlfriend, if all day you spent in one office. But now, in addition to live chatni there are short messages and, finally, the exchange of video when you say nothing at all. So if the miracle phone is not used for a direct purpose, he still breaks away from the desire of the girlfriends at least to report anything.
What are these women talking about all the time? Probably, it would be possible to overhear, but, in view of the fact that my wife and I are well acquainted, I decided to ask directly. To my surprise, the spouse enjoyed a report on how her smartphone was used in about an hour. Most of this time - almost half an hour - I had to spend on a girlfriend, which was driving, terribly wanted to sleep and asked to captivate her some conversation. The fascination of the conversation was to discuss the authorities and the shoes that colleague from Italy brought. Both bosses and clothes were lower than criticism. The dessert was proposed by the staged video on which some woman spoke about her work. Unfortunately, our laws prohibit me to quote at least something from what has been said.
The remaining half an hour was leaked among themselves three other girlfriends. From the first it was an intense exchange of experience for the sale through the Internet something unnecessary. The second sent a video of his little child with all the resulting Mi-Mi. The third, apparently, began a new food life and asked to tell how to make celery edible.
"If Steve Jobs found out how to use his development, he would take up something else," I noticed sarcastically after immersing this maiden world. Wife answered indulgent look. It seems that Celery's theme fascinated her more than a family dispute.