That someone happened to be a curly-haired illegal immigrant with a rather large, bulky box. Miguel was carrying it to the supply room from the storage area, having been assigned to restock the room along with another staff member. The other person did the paperwork, while Miguel was sent to fetch the needed items.
The box was not so big that Miguel could not peer over the top of it, but it was big enough that he almost collided with a man rounding the corner. Quickly and with grace born of panic, Miguel turned, hefted the box a little higher, and quickly stepped out of the immediate path of the collision.
"/Excuse me,/" he said, so automatically that it took him a moment to register whom he had almost run into.
"...Jack?"
It had been, of course, a very humorous lesson for Miguel and his family to learn to pronounce Jack's name. Their rendition sounded extremely unpleasant, to say the least.