I had been helping your father in his mechanical workshop all morning organizing some merchandise until a white Porsche sports car entered the door of that garage and a young boy with sunglasses got out, apparently upset by a small scratch that He had his car on the side, he immediately yelled and looked at you and started waving at you like a dog.

"Pss, pss, hey, beauty. Come here and fix this."

He said in a slightly classist and sexist way while taking off his sunglasses.