My best friend Aliska always got into some stories. Not surprising. After all, she does not sit still. They say about such people: looking for adventure in their second ninety.
Last year, she was impatient to leave for New Year's holidays. She studied a bunch of tours that agencies offered, re-read the Internet inside and out. We were all amazed at her behavior. There is a crisis in the yard. Many decided to very economically celebrate the upcoming holidays, but Aliska wants a luxurious vacation.
She made her choice on Indian beaches. She promised that she would buy herself a sari, and she would bring us traditional handmade knick-knacks that are sold there at every turn.
In our hearts, we envied her. New year on the beach. This is so great. For this reason, traditional Olivier and tangerines at the table were no longer pleasing at night from 31 to 1.
I called our mutual friend on the third of January. It turned out that she, too, in her thoughts constantly returns to Aliska's vacation. We both wanted to know the details, because this girl always manages to do something.
“If only I didn’t hit the police,” my colleague sarcastically.
When we went to work after the holidays, Alice became the center of our office universe. Everyone asked questions: what she ate, what she bought, where she was, with whom she had romance. Aliska proudly showed off her tan and photos on her iPhone.
By the evening the passions had subsided. As my best friend, I invited her to sit in a cafe, where I was going to present a New Year's gif.webpt.
Sitting at the table, I took her hand like a friend. I must say that my hands were not dry enough after the toilet room. And then I see that after my touch, Alice's skin turned white. I was scared at first. Then she asked:
- Girlfriend, what is it? !!
It turned out that there was no India. Aliska, who had no family, no children, no constant gentleman, wanted to celebrate the New Year in an interesting way. In reality, it was hard for her to pull such a rest. As a result, she went to her parents in a village near Samara. It was sincere, but reputation is above all. So she took photos in Photoshop and bought a self-tanner, which I accidentally smeared with my wet hands.
I forgave my friend and promised to keep her secret. Still, my soul became more pleasant: I'm not the only one who cannot afford a holiday on the beach!
