Collision.

For some reason unexplained, every single person in our office (including me) has tendency to storm like bulls around the office at dangerous speeds, especially whilst veering around blind corners, resulting in several near-death collisions a week. I have a sneaking suspicion that we all just happen to walk like we drive. This is all normal everyday occurrence, however, but the new boy causes awkwardness because he is tall and where regularly I’d expect a near-collision to cause a head-butt to my mouth, now I am the one incurring near head-butts to the new boy.