(Scene: The main hallway that runs the length of the entire 2nd floor. Our girl K is making her way toward a coworker’s cubical. There’s no escaping social interaction if you choose this path; one does not simply walk into engineering…something K should know at this point in working for “Aerospace Aviation”)
K: (walking toward cubical, minding her own business)
Random guy: SHALOM!
K: Shalom…back at you.
Random guy: Ma Nishma?
K: (confused and racking her brain as to why someone would be speaking Hebrew to her) Ummm…yes?
Random guy: Wait, don’t you speak Hebrew?
K: No….?
Random guy: Well, huh. I thought you did.
K: I didn’t know you knew Hebrew.
Random guy: Oh, I don’t. Well, see ya later!
(Chalk it up to yet another one of the daily bizarre experiences that happen in this place and move on. End scene.)
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