The Sap

Amazing, amazing , this never/rarely/never happens, this near enough vision of female engineering has walked straight up to Michael and proceeded to acknowledge his presence with a slight corner top lip-to-same-side-eye tweak smile. She looks slightly awkwardly at him like she’s got someone else’s shoes on, there a bit small pinching at the sides making it hard to remain, exhale, natural. Michael doesn’t mind though at all , what a result, she’s pretty pretty.Not one that we’d all immedialty notice and Michaels only noticed her because she’s walked boldly up to him, looked him near enough straight in the eye and appears to be happy to begin small conversational talk topics with him. Right fuck talk topics, Michael pull one of these out the hat, something witty, non threatening, not to opinionated but show that you have an opinion and an educated one at that. No one likes a push over, you sap. The weather, perfect. I bet she didn’t see that one coming, I’m sure no one has ever tried to strike up conversation with anyone before by talking about the weather. Fuck you unoriginal fucker, can’t you think for yourself. It’s the weather, neither good nor bad, today isn’t even exceptional weather (hurricane, snow, lunar eclipse etc) it’s just fucking weather you tit, what a waste of time, all the intresting things you’ve absorbed over the years, experiences, all the wet wetness walking times. Bollocks. If there’s one thing in this world that we could do without, and that’s small mindless mouth wanking about something you can’t control. If we spent all the time the entire human race has spent talking about the weather and channelled it into, say medical research, there would be no disease at all, we’d all live for ever not talking mindlessly about whether the weather will wither us all down to nothing by causing mild inconvenience due to its irregular nature.