I had a coworker from Germany. She had quite a neatness thing; she kept her books wrapped in plastic bags, and when she borrowed books from me she returned them wrapped. She did extensive genealogical research on her coworkers including me.

The company sent a bunch of us to Germany for a trade show. One evening while we were there, she broke one of her fingers. I wanted to take her to a doctor, but she said that doctors wouldn’t be willing to see her at night. She insisted that we needed to do something to her finger that involved drilling into the bone. I didn’t want anything to do with that, so I tried calling a doctor, and as she said, he wasn’t willing to see her. I spent some time on the phone arguing with him.

In the mean time, another coworker had tried to drill into the bone like she wanted. A regular drill bit didn’t work, but they found some plant seed that they managed to fit into the chuck of the drill, and that worked.