I sit in a corner cubicle by the kitchen, so there is a lot of traffic on the other side of my fabric wall. The wall is over 5 feet tall, so I often don't know who is walking by. I've gotten very good at ignoring the conversations and blocking out the noise, except for when I hear my name or when it's very quiet and there's only one conversation.
One day, I was privy to a exchange on the other side of my fabric wall that had me in stitches. Two women had met as they came around opposite sides of the corner and began talking.
Woman 1: Katie, I'm so very sorry to hear about your grandmother's passing.
Silence.
Woman 2: Um... I'm Kim.
I hit the desk laughing! These two had worked together for almost a year and a half at this point. Once they heard my outburst, they started laughing too. Afterwards, Kim admitted that she wasn't sure she'd volunteer that the woman had made a mistake, but they did not know I was on the other side of the fabric wall. It couldn't have been timed better.
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