Because listening to a rant is as good as listening to a clock as it ticks by, let's just pretend that I am not ranting here. Rather, let's pretend that you are all with me here as I feel drunk at the middle of the afternoon because I made the fatal mistake of ordering a glass of Mixed Berry but to my taste buds, it really is like a wine. wow, how long was that sentence? no, i am not ranting - not yet.
Okay. So right about now, too much kerfuffle going on around me.
To my front is a bunch of middle-aged ":businessmen" doing "business talk" of some health product to his potential customers. As I pretend that I am not eavesdropping, he tells his potential customers that he has tried the product himself so he can attest to how effective it really is. And I am thinking, how many "businessmen" do you know who haven't tried their own product? Who would fall for such obvious marketing? Not me.
To my right is a couple. I assume they are. The girl is glued to her phone - probably taking advantage of free wifi like I do while the guy is glued to his laptop. And I am thinking, I would never fancy a date like that. Never.
My ears are getting hotter (and if I can see it perhaps it's getting redder and redder by the second) and oh how it rings, it riiiings! But no matter what, I keep sipping the wine.. err, the mixed berry iced drink. I asked an MBB crew who passed by IN FRONT of me for a glass of service water but to some stroke of misfortune, he's deaf - or he just pretends to be.
Now my attention has shifted to the people to my front-left (uh, i dunno how to name that direction). They are a bunch of friends eating gelato with all merriment, talking about that weird Philo professor. Now I miss my friends. Now my heart stings. Now I have to stop looking at their peachy part of this cafe before the sting reaches my eyes.
Perhaps I'm too bored or perhaps this is merely the effects of the wine which hid itself in the name of Mixed Berry Iced Drink which is now swimming through my whole system. I decide not to consume all of it, finish this truly random rambling, hit publish, turn off my laptop and off to home I go.
Okay. So right about now, too much kerfuffle going on around me.
To my front is a bunch of middle-aged ":businessmen" doing "business talk" of some health product to his potential customers. As I pretend that I am not eavesdropping, he tells his potential customers that he has tried the product himself so he can attest to how effective it really is. And I am thinking, how many "businessmen" do you know who haven't tried their own product? Who would fall for such obvious marketing? Not me.
To my right is a couple. I assume they are. The girl is glued to her phone - probably taking advantage of free wifi like I do while the guy is glued to his laptop. And I am thinking, I would never fancy a date like that. Never.
My ears are getting hotter (and if I can see it perhaps it's getting redder and redder by the second) and oh how it rings, it riiiings! But no matter what, I keep sipping the wine.. err, the mixed berry iced drink. I asked an MBB crew who passed by IN FRONT of me for a glass of service water but to some stroke of misfortune, he's deaf - or he just pretends to be.
Now my attention has shifted to the people to my front-left (uh, i dunno how to name that direction). They are a bunch of friends eating gelato with all merriment, talking about that weird Philo professor. Now I miss my friends. Now my heart stings. Now I have to stop looking at their peachy part of this cafe before the sting reaches my eyes.
the one to point fingers at for giving me hot and ringing ears, mini dizzy spells and a yeah, this fruitless discussion of a post so abstruse it's so senseless already
Perhaps I'm too bored or perhaps this is merely the effects of the wine which hid itself in the name of Mixed Berry Iced Drink which is now swimming through my whole system. I decide not to consume all of it, finish this truly random rambling, hit publish, turn off my laptop and off to home I go.
ciao,
EU.
PS:
As I was about to turn off my laptop, Mother Nature weeps and I thought, I can't go home now. Okay then, might as well gulp the remainder of this one hell of a drink and be drunk all the way! After all, it's been close to two years since I last felt this way. ugh
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