WELCOME TO HIS WORLD

Perhaps I'm too tolerant and gentle with other people. I find it hard to tell them to please shut up because they are making pointless repetitive noises. Or imparting details - far too many details - about subjects that interest no one else in the whole wide world.


IN BRINE, IS IT?

Such as what the lobby manager is presently considering having for lunch. Which is turkey breast and pepper jack cheese on a bun with pepperoncini. The merest lick of mayonaise. When the elevator finally comes he is still going into detail about the cheese with jalapeños mixed into the curd, the exact nature of the bun (sesame sprinkled, and dense of texture), and the quantity of pepperoncini. Which is dependent on the juiciness and volume of actual vegetable matter in the various pickled peppers picked from the jar......
As the door closes, I hear him reach a crescendo.
It is a fascinating subject.
Utterly.

Erm, thank you for sharing.......

I do not know what set him off. Neither I nor the other person in the lobby asked him about lunch. We both know far better than that! In fact, experience has taught us to limit conversation with him and his staff to brisk greetings upon entering or exiting. They are all a bit skewed.
Anything may unleash the voluble equivalent of Ragnarok.
After listening to the inane windgusts for several minutes, you may want to start eating your own tail. Start at the tip, then finish the job by swallowing your long cold scaly body all the way up to the head. Past the ears.
Definitely past the ears.

There is a conflict in progress on the ground floor. A tall and ancient bearded gentleman with two crows is cantering about on a big steed. Thunderclouds move in and out of arriving elevators, a host of serpents and lizards slither across the marble floor uttering sibilant lyrics in German. 
Gibichung Palace is burning, burning I tell you!  Our building lobby is Volkvanger and Vallehalle combined.  Mad mad blonde women wearing pickelhauben (and little else) chase the misshapen dwarf with a ring who slips and skitters.

And screeches repetitively.

The precious, the precious!

He's overdue for a vacation.

Before he drives us all insane.

Unleash the peperoncini forthwith!


There's one more day till the weekend.



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