Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Lookin' Like a Tumbleweed

I did a vitality wellness check this morning which meant going to a clinic to have my blood drawn.  Early morning visits are the best for me since you have to fast 12 hours prior and I can get it over with.  In the past, it has taken about 8 minutes from start to finish.  

Except for today.  Today I had Chatty Cathy.  Or whatever the male version of that is ... Talkative Tom.  A young black man that had to tell me EVERYTHING that I didn't want to know.

For example, I know he recently broke up with his girlfriend.  His girlfriend used to do his hair.  His hair now resembles a "tumbleweed".  Those were HIS words ... not mine!  

Another example, he wants to find a new apartment.  He needs a new girlfriend to help pay the bills.  His mom told him to find "one of those silly" girls that will split the bills 50/50.  His mom has men doing stuff for her all the time and she doesn't understand why he hasn't figured out how to have that happen for him yet.

Another example, his mom beat up her husband a few years ago.  But she owns her own company.  So, there's that.

Another example, he wants to buy a motorcycle this week or next.  It'll help attract the new girlfriend.  That he needs so he can split rent bills he can't afford on his own.

I really wanted to scream out "ARE YOU KIDDING?!  SHUT UP!  SHUT UP!  SHUT UP!" but he had a needle in my arm so I just said, "Oh, that's interesting."

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