The other week at the resthome, my one (older) (Tibetan) coworker was sitting down at the very end of shift with my one (Tibetan) coworker with an inappropriate sense of humor.
"Good night," I was like, and then I was like, "And don't catch coronavirus."
"You are coronavirus," says my one (Tibetan) coworker with an inappropriate sense of humor.
"Why do you say that?", I was like.
"Because you look like coronavirus," she says.
Earlier that shift, she was telling me that she'll have to show me her pictures from her recent trip back home to India, she said she was at a "hill station."
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