I worked with an odd woman. Never mind sexuality, I mean odd. She's the one who used to let the air out of parking offenders' (students parking in staff spaces) tires, ramping up with repeat offenses per license plate. I don't think she ever got to all four tires, as whichever parker got aired would give up as time went by.
I've a visual and aural memory of the big boss of our labs hollering at her down the long hallway.
The problem was, she was a smart/good tech, very observant. Was often helpful (helped me learn chess). Sometimes funny. Sometimes her quick judgements made sense.
Talked about skiing until you wished surcease with duck tape (I do mean duck).
Mean (made fun of a guy I hired who happened to be super obese, an old army guy who was quick and able and no dodo.)
Anyway, this was back when I was (in retrospect) merely touching on growing up. She started to tell me about not telling differences in the dark. I have my own odd persona, and I can be grumpy.
No way I'd go skiing with her. (Did with another female lab pal, no problemo except when we got stuck with a flat in the Mohave and that was an automotive thing. Old white porshe, two women, middle of the night, people stopped to help, that's another story. Big trucks sailed on.)