One day, the son for one whole day buried himself in his study room, developing a certain software to be linked to a certain anti-virus software. Tried and tried, then he came out of his study-room, sat in front of his mother with "folded face".
Mother : " What is the matter son? "
Son : " One thing that gets me into my nerves is when I'll be facing "backlog" "
Mother: " What is 'backlog' ?"
Son : " There....! " pointing at his mother's occupation as a designer with "countless-clients".
Mother : " 😳 "
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