I once had a colleague, a Turgenev girl. When the programmers started mating, she wrote angry letters to the general office mail.

At the same time, the lady in her youth studied at the courses of car trailers, and took the practice at the honourable STO, in the remzone.

To my question, "What do you say when the 15th wheel falls on your foot from the elevator," she sincerely replied, "Oh, what a disaster."