Monday 22 November 2010

Blah, blah, blah

Girl's just talk, don't they. I must be getting intolerant? I went to the post office and had to stand in line for quite some time and these two girls in front of me never shut up, not for a second. There wasn't even a pause. They didn't even seem to draw breath. They just kept on yak yak yakking until I wanted to scream, "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Shut up!"

I just have to breath instead. 1, 2, 3…


“Oh, I know. Did you see the look on her face?”

“Like a slapped arse, she was not happy.”

“It was Jeremy’s fault…”

“Oh yes, I know.”

“He was the one…”

“He was that is for sure.”

“I thought Natalie was going to lose it completely.”

“At Jeremy?”

“Oh, at everyone by that stage. Her face said it all.”

“Her face said it all.”

“I didn’t know where to look…”

“Or say. I didn’t want to be dragged into it just because I made an off the cuff comment.”

“Oh, I couldn’t agree more. I was keeping my mouth shut that was for sure.”

“For sure.”

“And all Simon could do was laugh.”

“Standing there in his sweaty jogging shorts and singlet.”

“Good legs though.”

“Oh yes, I have always said that about Simon.”

“He could fling his jogging shorts on the end of my bed any day.”

“Any day, I agree,”

“Could you imagine?”

“Do you think about that?”

“With Simon?”

“Yes, with Simon.”

“It has crossed my mind, I am not ashamed to say.”

“But Natalie?”

“Oh, I am not looking forward to going back to the office.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“Like a bitch on wheels is Nat when she is pissed off.”

“Like a bitch…”

“Next please.”

“I’ll see you back at the office.”

“Yes, see you back at the office.”