and he’s been cleaning and shit all day and intermittently coming into the office and talking at me – it’s really weird. The cleaning, not the talking. So I’m sort of tired of hearing him talk.
“imagine this scene of dialogue”, he says.
“I was just outside and the neighbor is talking to her contractor or whatever, and they’re talking about how to get all this junk out of her house. And the contractor is using fairly sophisticated words, which belies his appearance, and then all of a sudden he says ‘don’t worry, I’ve got a big box. Big enough for three Vietnamese prostitutes’. And they both just go on talking. Nobody blinks an eyelash. Fucking perfect!”
And I was like, sometimes I guess it’s worth not ignoring him.