Why do people, especially smelly ones, feel that they need to be 3 fuckin inches from my face when they speak to me. I had a guy come into my store this morning spoutin off some CRAZY shit about buyin out Sony. He cut me off from my only escape and proceeded to back me into a corner. I was alone in the store at the time. "You seem trustworthy, you seem very smart." He expelled from his mouth. The stench of morning breath and cigarettes weigh heavy in the air I was trying to choke into my lungs so I wouldn't pass out from lack of oxygen.
He went on and on about his screen which he was trying to get passed the patent department, and how I should jump on board and be an investor. Yeah, buddy, I'm gonna fork my hard earned money over to the original barfly in hopes for a payoff of my wildest dreams.
As he rambled on. He was in awe of my attentiveness. Truth be told I was staring right through him. I was thinking of anything BUT what he was saying. A blow job, A hot stripper. Hell, I was thinking of how good a Snickers would be at the time.
Ahhh....Fuck it, I'm done rambling....time to go home and grab a frosty one.
