He talks way too much.


I looked over at the slowing Range Rover. The driver rolled down his window and said something I could hardly hear, so I stepped off the curb and next to his SUV. He explained that he left his cell phone at home and that he was supposed to meet someone and he was running late and.... When he finally got around to it, he asked to use my cell phone.

I leave my house and walk to the train station buy a paper and catch the train with very little time to spare. This guy was messing with my schedule. I wondered what was to keep the guy from driving off with my phone once I handed it him, but I offered it to him any way. I felt a little better when he had to get out of his vehicle to get the phone number he needed.

He couldn't find the number so I mentally thanked him for making miss my train for no reason at all.

I continued on my way and ran into the guy closer to the station as he was asking me about the parking regulations. Things got a little dicey when I couldn't determine what day of the week it was and then I had to figure out whether it was the first or third Thursday or second or fourth.

I decided that he wasn't a new friend of mine as I watched from the bridge above as the train left the station.



"You need to stop telling people that you can't do your job," that's a direct quote from me to my supervisor.