If my daughter’s caregiver tries to touch me gently and gently on the phone, a huge debris awaits him. I have no desire or time to hide with someone unnecessary and unknown to me! I’ll ask in a second “who are you, man, and what do you need?” and to all kinds of stupid attempts to “intrigue” the answer will be sharp, and possibly obscene. Because I’m not sitting at home on the couch and I’m not a fool, unlike a young shalope. I have a pot in my hands, a knife, a puddle... And I, on the contrary, will consider him not a foolish guy, but a finite fool. I will try to convince my daughter.