Do not approach me on a rainy Monday before say, 12 noon.
To help my lumpy brain stay in the shape it’s meant to maintain, I read books on the train ride in to work.
After I get to work and plunk down, people who come from planets where there obviously are no other people stop by my desk to say hello.
My minimal response to their morning chirps causes them to look around to avoid I suppose having to leave and get to their own work.
They spy my latest read sitting on my left hand side (right hand side reserved for gods and monsters) and the exchange goes something like this:
What are you reading?
Hmm, what’s it about? as they turn it over and scan the cover.
Sort of about love, sex and death. I always say this. They never question it.
You read the strangest books. I want to say: you mean the kind with words in them? Instead, I say:
Well, see you later.
I say that nobody should approach me before 12 noon but really with the possibility of this sort of lightning round chit chat, I'd prefer you not approach my cage at all.