I just had a really unpleasant time doing an oil change on this little R53 Mini Cooper. Had a heck of a time getting the oil filter canister to thread back on because it's a weird angle and you're doing it blind down a narrow passage. I finally disconnected the strut bar and lifted it out of the way and got it. (Duh).
One of the guys I share the space with, (not a mechanic), thought I was hurt and needed help because of the profanity I would unleash every time I burned my hands on the hot exhaust shield next to the oil filter location.
"Are you ok?"
Me:
"I'm always ok, I just swear a lot. If you ever hear me yelling, 'HELP!' you can come running. Otherwise, ignore me." 
