our janitor lady aka ajima

so we have this janitor lady that cleans our section of the building. all the americans call her ajima because apparently they're too good to learn her name. i, on the other hand, am not too good for anyone. the girls find this hard to believe. i call her by her name, mrs ___ or ___ shi. she likes me and she likes to talk to me. i'm the only one in the area that can speak her language so you shouldnt think she likes me that much. the funny thing (and a bit annoying) is that she asks me questions that she knows the answers to. such as...
- i just changed into my workout uniform and she asks, "are you going to work out?"
- i have my keys and hat in my hand walking out the door, "are you leaving?"
- i just got back to the office with lunch in my hand, "are you having lunch now?"
- i'm super good looking with a chiseled physique, "are you a babe magnet?"
- i'm walking back to the exam room with a patient, "is that your patient?"
- i'm sitting at my computer typing an email, "are you working?"
- i'm washing my hands in the sink, "are your hands clean?"
i'm always very polite when i answer her, sometimes with a smile. but recently, i've been chuckling when i answer. i can now predict what she's going to ask me when she sees me. so i've been trying to do odd things so she'll ask me odd questions. i've had my Hoff mask on as she walked by, she laughed and asked me nothing. i turned off the lights, turned on my Christmas tree lights, and stared at it; she laughed and said nothing. i was beat-boxing to Alvin and the Chipmunk's "all i wants a hula hoop" and she smiled after a confused look and asked nothing. i know what you're thinking. i do have friends. and true friends dont judge me from a blog. and true friends dont read my blogs. actually no one reads my blogs. i'm so lonely ):

that sad face is the revolutionary emoticon from wolverine