Context: A maid (75+, thin Jewish grandmother, a former physics teacher) came to visit and was left at home to watch Mexican workers changing the pipes in the house. The house has two floors, and its septic (which is important).

MMM: Here you are a scientist, explain me what happened. I came – home smelled, in the bathroom on the first floor everything was in a brown spot, all the windows were open, Andrés and José were all beaten with wet clothes, Manuel was sitting on a table in my coat, and your mother was walking through the kitchen, hand in hand, and with a characteristic intonation in bad English, reading a lecture on the law of Bernoulli.
Fire: What is it?! to
A few versions...
Do you give up?
The Fire: Well?
mmm: I give a hint - a stifled ventilation pipe, a filled septic, lazy mexes, Home Depot, a 2.5 kW pump, a manny on a pot on the first floor, a fountain of shit, a cliché, a scream, and, worst of all, "mam, we don't know how it all went".
The fire: No.
mmm: further coronary, “ignorance of the laws of physics does not relieve responsibility” (using the words “laws” and “liability”), the workers in panic (they only understood these two words to see). In the meantime, the control will be written.
Tagged: fucking
Buy them beer, or I’m really sorry for them.