I was in the bank yesterday. The defacka asks, say who I work, I say - maintenance of computing equipment, she is so loudly speaking and writing - a PROGRAMMIST. I say no, I am not a programmer. She was so surprised, I thought the eyebrows would stay on the back of the neck forever – and who? I play – the programmer writes the program, and I set up the technique. She’s like that, aaaaah, just we in the common people call you that.
I wanted to tell her a parable about the eyelid and the p#$juka, but I didn’t 😉