Thursday, June 3, 2010

when you assess your feelings and realize you're heartless

last night at work, this depressing regular came in like he normally does. you know, he loves sports but has no one to talk to, so he wrangles in the staff for minute or two conversations about inane shit that no one really cares about. he's about 35 or 40 with long grey hair and a stupid hat and a big beer gut and he orders some wings or a whole pizza for himself and just sits. waiting for someone to walk into his conversational radius so he can rope them in.

yesterday the dude walked in and told us that his best friend had died that morning, and i was frustrated that i had to feign some kind of remorse or sympathy.

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