The Infantile:

When something hurts and I don’t know why, I go to the doctor.
xxx: when something"s hurt" at the comp, I go to the programmer
Hello, I say I don’t have a computer.
xxx: and I get a genius phrase: "and why?"

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Did you learn to go to the doctor and not complain to your mother? Now find a service center for comps - there they are "treated". Or call on the "bottle of tea" spice from there. The programmers have a different job.
So you can come to the economist with a complaint "the money ended" - suddenly he saved it for you? and ;))