professionals at the library

Well, I'm at the library, and this guy across from me is testing my patience.

How bout that! Why is he frustrating me?

Well, he came in about ten minutes ago, in his blue collared business shirt and his mauve tie and his manicured business hands holding his footlong tuna-fish Subway sandwich. My peripheral vision, which, I've been led to believe is actually much more acute that my straight on, has been filled with this guy's smacking lips for the last ten. He's burping and and stretching and yawning and viciously clicking the mouse-buttons. Ya. I forgot to mention that were in the computer room. I think I hate him. The air smells like fish and... Arrhhhhg. Ok. now he's straightening his tie and doing that neck-cracking thing where you crank your neck waaay to the side and grimace and it goes thock, thock, crick, pop. You're getting this in real time. He's still here. Now he's leaning back one hand on the mouse on his knee. Man alive! Even the way he breathes is pissing me off. He constantly lets out those under the breath burps where you tuck your chin in and sort of hiccup them out. Ohhh. Dear. Now he's discovered the little scrolling wheel. Great. Scroll Scroll click scroll, burp, lean back, breathe heavily through nose. The worst part is that he looks like a professional. A lawyer or stockbroker or somesuch. I'm pretty sure he'll get caught in one of those whorehouse drug raids later this week. With his face covered in cocaine. Ok, now he's drinking gatorade. Lustilly throwing his horrible, pampered, face backwards and gulping it. Now he's really surfing the internet. Leaning back with one arm behind him the other hand firmly in control of mouse-button left, mouse button right, and the scroll wheel. I still haven't taken a full on look at this two-year old in Armani. Forget it. Well, looks like he's done here. Getting up, stretching, cracking his neck and... ahhh. gone.

thanks for the blog, jerk face.