I said that I was in a corporate practice. Imagine an American morning (we still have a morning in California). I am pleased that today is Friday, flying out of the coffee machine with a cup of hot black coffee, and on the turn flying into a guy in a white sweater and light jeans. I drink his coffee, I understand. The cape. He lost the gift of speech. I begin to apologize – Sorry, Sorry, Its May Folt. And he so sadly raises his eyes at me, and says, “Mada, shit.” I was surprised: "Huyasse!"
A normal American morning. :)
and ah :)

Lyolka