Watch what you say

Watch what you say

Blake’s was packed full for the first fifteen minutes. Barney and Pinky Thumbs aren’t here this time so it seems as though my visit will be less eventful. There is a group of four gentlemen sitting in front of me going on about the errands they have to do today. By the looks of their clothing they are maintenance. The man on the left (goatee) leans over to talk to the man on right (silver fox) and asks him what he has going on at noon. Silver Fox replies with a confused look on his face and says, “What in the world does the moon have to do with this?” It would appear that Silver Fox has a bit of hearing issues. Goatee just laughs and goes back to his food. The other two gentlemen (Lefty and Righty) decided to play on this loss of hearing. Lefty tells Silver that Goatee called him a loon and Righty says that he calls him that all the time. Silver lifts his hand and smacks Goatee in the chest and says, “You start sayin’ stuff like that you’re gonna end up with Copenhagen in your burrito.” Goatee politely flips Lefty and Righty the bird.

There is a couple in the far left corner attempting to study but as far as I can tell the young lady is just ranting about someone in of her class. Her boyfriend is just nodding and trying to get away with as few words as he can. After the rant she gives her attention back to her laptop and remains that way for the next five minutes. The boyfriend pulls out his phone and begins to play a game. His frustration seems to be growing because I see him mouth the word dammit every so often. Not long after, the girlfriend starts going on about another subject that appears to be unrelated to school. The boyfriend looks at her and says something to offend her and she begins to pack up her stuff. In a panic the boyfriends put his hands up in a gesture that says calm down it’s joke. Whether it was or not is yet to be known.

In the right corner near the computers a very pale white guy is just minding his own business working on homework. Though he is quiet, his body language is very loud. Every thirty seconds or so he starts to scratch his head violently. It appears to be an irritable tick that he has. Unfortunately, that is all he has done for the past ten minutes.

As my time ends I see Barney from last week on her way in and I think, “Why?! This could’ve been very entertaining.”