#IAMF 39 - Quand Poppy propose le tutoiement et que Danvir a l’art de se contredire en quelques secondes.
« Le tutoiement me va très bien, merci. » [...] « Attendez... Cela signifie que vous avez payé mon café ? »

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#IAMF 39 - Quand Poppy propose le tutoiement et que Danvir a l’art de se contredire en quelques secondes.
« Le tutoiement me va très bien, merci. » [...] « Attendez... Cela signifie que vous avez payé mon café ? »
Don’t Stair--It’s Rude
One thing I never mentioned in my entry about Yi's defense was that at some point, while we were moving Yi's food into another conference room, Danvir had to carry this giant carafe full of coffee. We had to go up four flights of stairs, so Danvir elected to wait for the elevator. To make matters worse, this particular building's elevators are about 29834723 years old and therefore will take their sweet time getting to you.
After what seemed like an eternity, our advisor came and started to wait with us at the elevator. Two more minutes passed before I decided that I was going to take the stairs anyway. Not wanting to be left alone with our advisor for who knows how long, Danvir joined me. The trek up the stairs was a non-stop stream of complaints about the injustice of having to take stairs when there is clearly a working elevator in the building.
This wouldn't have been so ridiculous if you didn't know that Danvir is a man who is always talking about his workout routines and such. You could imagine my surprise when Danvir threw such a fuss over taking four flights of stairs. Since that fateful day, I deliberately pick the route with stairs anytime we are going somewhere and naturally Danvir gets immensely fussy.
Zhong’s Got it Covered
Zhong is trying to talk to a girl Danvir has a crush on. Sadly, Danvir has forgotten the name of his new crush, so Zhong attempts to get her name by introducing himself to her. Zhong begins to recall the incident:
Zhong: I am not sure if my English is poor. I talk to girl and she told me name but I could not understand. I ask 'How can I call you?' but she never told me her name. She gave me number! Me: I think you meant to say "What can I call you?" Zhong: Yes, I think that is it. Danvir: She gave you her number? Zhong: Yes, I can call her tonight and ask how to pronounce her name. Danvir: What. Zhong: She was hard to understand. She kept talking about restaurants. It was very unusual since I was just asking her what her name was. Danvir: WHAT. Zhong: I should call her now to ask her the name. Danvir: WHAT.
Ladies...
Danvir's crush finally defended and left the university. After a while, he and Zhong, whose English is not the best, were talking. Finally...
Danvir: What is she up to these days? Zhong, meaning to tell him to move on, instead says, "Don't worry about it" Manjula: Ha ha, "Don't worry about it"? Me: "I am taking care of ALL the ladies. Danvir, don't worry about her"
This phrase became a staple in our lab's vernacular soon after this. Whenever a pretty Chinese girl caught Danvir's eye, we would make sure to point out that Zhong was "already taking care of her."
The Adventures of Professor Sharma
After Danvir got a haircut, he encountered Prof. Sharma who acknowledged him with this: “I see you got a haircut. It's nice that your advisor finally gave you funding.”
I give your karma an A-
Danvir: ...and then, my sister and brother-in-law wanted to donate blood! I told them, "I'm not going to give ANY of MY blood" Manjula: What if you're in an accident? Wouldn't you think "I wish someone had given more blood so that I could live"? Me: Wait, what blood type are you? Danvir: A negative. Me: Yeah, you're going to die.
Bachelor Chow
Yi finally left the lab after a while to start his job 3000+ miles away. That weekend, I got a call from him.
Yi: I have some food. How can I turn it into a meal? Me: What food do you have? Yi: I have some chicken thighs, one cucumber, two tomatoes, a stalk of celery, and some mixed vegetables. Me: The hell? Did you just buy whatever seemed OK at the store? Yi: Pretty much. Me: OK, let me think about this...
(A minute later, I think of some recipes that he could use for his bizarre assortment of ingredients)
Yi: Is this going to take too much time? Me: It'll take about two hours. Yi: Hmm...Maybe I'll ask Danvir.