Later at night when people are in bed and it gets quiet right before shift change, one of my (Tibetan) coworkers sometimes pulls up (Indian) music on her iPhone and sits in our little office or in a lobby chair on one of the floors and listens to it.
(Most if not all of my Tibetan coworkers were born in India or Nepal, since them or their parents were refugees there from the Chinese invasion of Tibet.)
Anyhow, whenever she does that and I stumble upon where she is, I immediately stand in place and break into a little boogie and am like, "Dance party!", and she laughs.
I think her and one of the other (Tibetan) coworkers really gets a kick out of it.
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