It's the little things that annoy. Perfectly pleasant people. But irritating. Last night, I popped out for a smoke, and was chatting with a woman from the next-but-one section. A passer-by paused and asked the quickest way to St James's Park. The vague-colleague said, quite aggressively, "It's opposite you." The tourist looked confused so I clarified, "Do you want St James's Park or St James's Park Tube?", even as colleague was interrupting, "It's over there..." Turns out that the tourist wanted yer actual Park as a shortcut through to Piccadilly Circus. So I directed her to the end of our building, and a left turn, where she would see a gate and she'd have to cross the road.
Towards the end of my lunchbreak I was waiting in the lift lobby, fags in one hand, walkman in the other. Music blasting into my earholes and me feeling a mixture of chilled, inspired, transported and aroused, when another woman from the same next-but-one section came up to me and said something. I pressed pause, unplugged an earphone and expressed a questioning "Er?".
"We could all do with one of those sometimes," she said. My response was a withering 'yes'. As soon as she was out of sight (and, hopefully, earshot) I did a frustrated jumping up and down on the ground, an exaggerated strangulating motion and a groan of despair.
I. am. not.wearing. a. Walkman. as. a. dramatic. cry. for. help. and. a signal. that. I. crave. attention. but. in. an. effort. to. cut. out. inane. comments. from. stupid. people. (and increase my piss poor productivity).
So much for being chilled, inspired, transported and aroused in my lunchbreak.
