Work has been a bore. However, I took an early lunch daily, telling my boss that I needed time to think over the latest figures and that I needed food in my stomach to do that. He waved me off every time (What a guy!). One day when I was down at the cafe, I was having a club sandwich and chili fries that dripped with grease and cheese lathered in jalopenos. In comes Brian and the idiot has this huge grin plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes as he sat down, but he did not notice my derision and went on to tell me about his making up with Cindy and how their "relationship" was going so well.
"Good for you." I told him. However, I really did not want to hear his whole story. As you'll remember, he tends to whine and that attribute stays with him even when he's happy...then, he starts to gab contantly in this airy voice ("...she baked this...when I was in...she was a great...listening to her...") and I just want to gag with sympathy. I gave their relationship two months tops on account of the fact that they both had bad taste.
Later on that day...after an hour of listenting to him rant and rave about "great ol' Cindy," I went over to an apartment down the block from work. Gloria, "good ol' Gloria," opened the door, her apron strings tied tightly about her waist. She cordially invited me in, but soon, we both became really silent and I really did not remember why I even dropped by. She laughed out loud and said that I needed to get out more. I completely agree...

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