The scene: Pam is working fervently at her desk. Her headphones are on. Her focus is unwavering. She’s in a groove, and her work is flowing smoothly.
Enter stage left: Michael Scott.
Pam sees him out of the corner of her eye. He fumbles. Turns. Stares at a wall. Turns again.
Pam’s eye twitches. What is he doing?
He shuffles, turns and looks directly at Pam and says something.
Pam halts her work and takes off her headphones.
“What?” she asks.
“What did I come out here for?” Michael asks.
Pam jams her headphone back into her ears so hard she hurts herself and as snaps “I don’t know!”
Her groove is ruined. She sits fuming at her desk for the next hour as she contemplates the moronic events that just took place.