I go in the elevator with a colleague at work (a girl), she crashes into the area of my spleen and asks:
D: Listen, does he bother you?
I: There is no such thing.
D: Well I mean when walking he doesn’t talk, you’re comfortable sitting with him?
I: It’s okay, I’m used to it.
D: And when you delay, is it okay too?
I am slowly surprised and start to laugh, but she with an absolutely serious face gets her job pass out of the pocket of her shirt and says:
D: Yes, I’m tired of carrying it in my pocket, I think I might ask too.
And then I notice that I have a work pass hanging on my belt, on such a holder, which must first be pulled off, and it automatically returns to its place.