this morning #1128.

this morning, when i ran out of good things to say, i should’ve just said my goodbyes. i didn’t though. instead, i stood there like a helpless fool. unable to interrupt. i didn’t want to be rude. instead, i listened to the two of them gab on & on about topics that they only brought up just to keep the conversation going. nobody cares about your sister, carol. i only met her that one time. i mean, she’s nice & all but i guarantee you that i haven’t been wondering what she’s up to. yes, joan. i agree. the police DO need to crack down on crime in san francisco. there’s not much we can do about that here in ocala though. whoa whoa. no thanks. that’s my cue. i’m not discussing race with the two of you.