Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Praised be the bored...

She rambles at me incessantly about things I could care less about.

I turn my hearing off and watch her tell me a story.

Her eyes get wide and her eyebrows move up and down. Hands become animated and she begins to bounce.

I try to politely cut her off. I have things to do. She misses my subtle hints and continues to ramble on.

Mentally I'm banging my head against the wall. Knowing I will have to shut her down abruptly now.

"That's really neat!" I tell her with a forced smile. "See ya." I grab my things and bolt away from her.

During the entire conversation I said nothing. I never had a chance. All I could do was sit and nod.

That's how it always is. She lets loose a verbal onslaught and I look for the nearest exit.

I am convinced that I am a fly-paper for freaks.