My sister's new husband and I worked in an Architectural firm together many years ago. Back when he was a cad-draftsman and not the full fledged Architect that he is now just receiving his Master's Degree. I 'headed' the Interior Design Department and for the most part it was a good job.
Our firm was in an old train station and it had such charm. We always had fun working together, he is such a funny guy that I laughed all the time. (he makes us all laugh now.) But the man who owned the train station building and rented it to our company was a much older gentleman. He was extremely nice but so very very blind. Luckily he finally listened to his kids and stopped driving himself and allowed a company to drive him from place to place. He was in every other day, keeping busy bless his heart.
If he found you and you got in a conversation wit him, it was next to impossible to end it. Some times that was fine but there were days when you had a deadline for drawings and couldn't get involved in a conversation.
Eventually we figured something out. If he came to your desk area and you sat perfectly still, he wouldn't see you (like a shark) and would move to another section. I remember a few times we would sit perfectly still like statues with him close by. He didn't see us!
We still laugh about that to this day. We are so cruel. He was such a nice guy.
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