chad strikes back
the conversations i get into. ugh.
well, since i've decided that i won't be rude and since they've decided that if i'm not obviously rude they won't stop talking, i've decided that i will document what they say.
for the last fifteen minutes, without the slightest momentum put into the conversation by me, i got to hear all about the most interesting things. this quiet-talking, random lady's 43 year old son, her 41 year old son, her 40 year old son (see, they're quite close together, aren't they?) and her 35 year old son. he still lives at home and she doesn't care if he ever gets married. she loves him at home. do i still live at home or on my own? home. i continue cutting and pasting price tags (all i do all day is crafts). well, she says, i only ask because my son always gets the 'oh, you can afford it you live at home,' from his friends. he just bought a motor boat. i decided to say, well, when you're 35 you can expect it. mmmhmm, yeah, (but not like she seemed to hear me) and she contines, my 43 year old is (i kind of blanked out. he's married with kids and so's the 41 year old). but my 40 year old is the true bachelor. i'm thinking, ok, but quickly, with a laugh she says, he's my gay one! the gay one makes money hand over fist and is completely into technology. 'mmmhmm, he won't have nothing froo-froo or fussy-fussy. he'd have a hard time if he was married,' she says, without explaining to me what the fuck she was talking about with the froo-froo business. she says, he's building condos down in virginia. he'll tear them down and build up new ones in a matter of months and make $100-150,000. i say, 'well, that's depressing, i don't need to hear that,' but she just continued on with her story of her son. she must have said simultaneously something about her saying something to her son because she was quoting him in a puffy voice, hands at her sides, 'i'm out here working for a living!' what finally helped get her to leave (other than time droning on) was that i kept leaning out of sight to write down what she was saying hahahahahaha
well, since i've decided that i won't be rude and since they've decided that if i'm not obviously rude they won't stop talking, i've decided that i will document what they say.
for the last fifteen minutes, without the slightest momentum put into the conversation by me, i got to hear all about the most interesting things. this quiet-talking, random lady's 43 year old son, her 41 year old son, her 40 year old son (see, they're quite close together, aren't they?) and her 35 year old son. he still lives at home and she doesn't care if he ever gets married. she loves him at home. do i still live at home or on my own? home. i continue cutting and pasting price tags (all i do all day is crafts). well, she says, i only ask because my son always gets the 'oh, you can afford it you live at home,' from his friends. he just bought a motor boat. i decided to say, well, when you're 35 you can expect it. mmmhmm, yeah, (but not like she seemed to hear me) and she contines, my 43 year old is (i kind of blanked out. he's married with kids and so's the 41 year old). but my 40 year old is the true bachelor. i'm thinking, ok, but quickly, with a laugh she says, he's my gay one! the gay one makes money hand over fist and is completely into technology. 'mmmhmm, he won't have nothing froo-froo or fussy-fussy. he'd have a hard time if he was married,' she says, without explaining to me what the fuck she was talking about with the froo-froo business. she says, he's building condos down in virginia. he'll tear them down and build up new ones in a matter of months and make $100-150,000. i say, 'well, that's depressing, i don't need to hear that,' but she just continued on with her story of her son. she must have said simultaneously something about her saying something to her son because she was quoting him in a puffy voice, hands at her sides, 'i'm out here working for a living!' what finally helped get her to leave (other than time droning on) was that i kept leaning out of sight to write down what she was saying hahahahahaha
on a whim, chad was marco @ 5:35 PM
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