We have an employee like that, 40 years old, pretty nice, very polite and cultural.
I sit on the window and drink coffee.
Here she flies in and says:
Volodia, I need to urgently see what happens on the first servacle, and with my comp why the ssh does not work. Can it be yours?"
I answer: "I’m just connected, you can look"
She says "Oh, and he’s stuck with you. Please give us a password and please"
My answer is "socks". I endure a long pause, watch her tears run and unwaveringly continue: "Latinese, through emphasis"