Shut up old man
I'm sitting here in the tea house, and there's this old man talking. Still talking. Talking as I type. He hasn't been interested in a thing we sell, but he's still here. He's been talking about anything and everything that's flitted through his head in the last hour and a half. Did I say hour and a half? Why yes, yes I did. He just won't shut up and leave. He just walked in, and started talking. He's still talking. He's interfering with my ability to work. I can't just kick him out, but I wish he would leave. I'm hardly paying attention right now, but he's still talking. Still. Talking. About some military shit I don't care about. I bet he doesn't have anyone to talk to, and so just wanders to shops and talks to the poor bastard who has to listen to him. I can't believe I've managed to be so damn patient with this old guy. Jeeeeez. He's attempted to leave about five times, and then stands at the door and talks some more. Then he'll wander back in and talk more. Sorry for any mistakes, cuz I'm just typing as he babbles while looking at him pretending to hear. Ugh. I want to start cleaning up so I can leave on time, but he's keeping me from it. Grrrrr....
The old shit finally left! Ugh.... I can finally get back to real work. I've been doing little shit like dusting and things to try to be productive, and I got some labeling done, but geez, talk about making things difficult. He wasn't interested at all in the fucking shop, but just in BABBLING. Wow, time to work.
The old shit finally left! Ugh.... I can finally get back to real work. I've been doing little shit like dusting and things to try to be productive, and I got some labeling done, but geez, talk about making things difficult. He wasn't interested at all in the fucking shop, but just in BABBLING. Wow, time to work.