A Non-Minnesotan moment...
Oct. 12th, 2001 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausAfter my grilled cheese, I went to the breakroom back at work to snitch the paper. While I was in there, One of my least favorite coworkers came in...Conspiracy Bob. Conspiracy Bob is an annoying little old man who corners people on purpose and talks at them until they can get away.
The topics are many and varied--the Kennedy conspiracy, Frank Sinatra's ties to the Mob, the disappearance of Jimmy Hoffa, the war of 1812, his cats, the Troubles in Ireland...the list is inexhaustable. He's cornered staff, patrons, everybody within hearing range. His supervisors have told him several times to try not to bother people, and he ignores them...(He leaves me alone ever since he asked me if I liked movies and I growled, "No...I hate movies...all of them. Ever." Now he just glares.)
Today Conspiracy Bob had cornered one of the nicer cleaning ladies, while I sat with Chris and Allie. Chris rolled his eyes and whispered, "This isn't a conference room, guy." I whispered back, "Or a lecture room."
Allie grinned her Bad-Girl grin and said, "It makes me just want to say--*Points finger at Bob* "SHUT UUUUP!"
The room went very quiet. Bob's usually red face flushed purple.
I elbowed Allie and said, "You SO bad, girl!!!" and she grinned. Everybody made their excuses to leave the room after that. I ran over to the lockers and laughed quietly for a few minutes. Yeah, it was mean, but it was exactly what everyone had been thinking for a long time, or had said in nicer (or not so nice) ways.
There's no happy ending here, either..I heard that after five minutes Bob started up again. I saw him a half-hour later trying to coner the chief guard with a story about his lawn...
*siiiigh* It may stop, but it never ends.
The topics are many and varied--the Kennedy conspiracy, Frank Sinatra's ties to the Mob, the disappearance of Jimmy Hoffa, the war of 1812, his cats, the Troubles in Ireland...the list is inexhaustable. He's cornered staff, patrons, everybody within hearing range. His supervisors have told him several times to try not to bother people, and he ignores them...(He leaves me alone ever since he asked me if I liked movies and I growled, "No...I hate movies...all of them. Ever." Now he just glares.)
Today Conspiracy Bob had cornered one of the nicer cleaning ladies, while I sat with Chris and Allie. Chris rolled his eyes and whispered, "This isn't a conference room, guy." I whispered back, "Or a lecture room."
Allie grinned her Bad-Girl grin and said, "It makes me just want to say--*Points finger at Bob* "SHUT UUUUP!"
The room went very quiet. Bob's usually red face flushed purple.
I elbowed Allie and said, "You SO bad, girl!!!" and she grinned. Everybody made their excuses to leave the room after that. I ran over to the lockers and laughed quietly for a few minutes. Yeah, it was mean, but it was exactly what everyone had been thinking for a long time, or had said in nicer (or not so nice) ways.
There's no happy ending here, either..I heard that after five minutes Bob started up again. I saw him a half-hour later trying to coner the chief guard with a story about his lawn...
*siiiigh* It may stop, but it never ends.
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Date: 2001-10-12 12:21 pm (UTC)she SO bad!
We should smite him.
SMITE HIM!
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Date: 2001-10-12 12:39 pm (UTC)*smiteitty smite smite*
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Date: 2001-10-12 02:42 pm (UTC)How's that for a clue stick?
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Date: 2001-10-12 02:51 pm (UTC)I like the way you think, Kev....:)
I may just try that...
Ms Eff, thinking of wonderfully dull things to babble about..."so there was this blade of grass, you know, and it was involved with the Yakuza, see...)