I’m sitting in a library, using my laptop, trying to do some work in between client calls, and this short Asian man walks up to me and says, “nice TV!” Then he said something that sounded like “Toshiba!” but I couldn’t be sure.
He then proceeds to march around the library talking to himself, and I’m not sure if it is English, Mandarin, Cantonese, or any semblance of any Asian language.
He then walked right up to me and started loudly mumbling. What did I do? I smiled politely and continued to work.
Inside, I fought back some ferocious giggles.