The other week, my one (Tibetan) coworker with inappropriate humor was coming back from the women's locker room at the end of shift when she had just gotten out of her working clothes, and she had her work shoes in her hand as she passed by where I was sitting.
"Shoe, shoe, five dollar, five dollar!", she said in a put-on voice as she went by me, like she was a poor itinerant vendor or something trying to sell the one thing that they had.
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