I put the machine on service today. I was given a mechanic - my eyes were blue in the face. He went under the hood, something twisted, pulled...I also pulled my nose around, we talked. Then he strangely touches me, goes aside and says something quietly to the senior in the garage. All in the garage:
What does it mean you can’t turn it off? Drop this screw and fucking here, it’s flying.
My mechanic makes terrible eyes and turns to me. The old man breathed:
Okay... I will repeat. Turn off this screw and fuck... knock here. She will descend. And you, girl, go for a cup of coffee, or we will never make your car. You are breaking the terminology.