Today at work I ended up away from the CNC machines and was deeper inside the machine shop doing other things I'm equally not qualified to do. I worked a few hours at a machine I later found out was called an insertion machine.
Later my supervisor (a mild-mannered religious type) came up to me and said, "I heard you got intimate with the insertion machine."
I shifter uneasily in my chair and said, "Um... yeah."
What the hell else was I supposed to say?
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