Today I heard someone yell my name and I assumed it was the guy who sits directly at the bottom of the stairs. Since I sit at the top of the stairs, I went over to the stairs and said “what, you don’t want to come up to our sauna?” Then I realized he wasn’t at his desk. He’d been yelling at me from the street and expected me to walk out on the balcony (which we’ve been strictly forbidden to do). I walked out on the balcony to see my co-worker already heading across the street.
I sat back down and went about my work. Five minutes later I started to laugh. One of the stories my father used to tell on me was one time when I was a freshman in college, my friends hung out the 5th floor window and yelled at me as I left the dorm. My father embellished the story but you could tell it tickled him. It is nice to know that there’s still something about me and people yelling at me from the street, out a window, etc.