Hiss. Sna- wtf?! omg XD

[spoke]

Life is stranger than sitcoms.

At lunch, a guy who is friends with one of my work-friends (whom will shall call Jane) asks if I'll kill him if he sits in front of me at the table? Which I thought was odd, but then I always sit kind of by myself, because i tend to spread out a little with my book and my lunch and my purse and well. I feel like it would unfairly crowd people?

Also it cuts down on the attempts to talk to me while I'm reading? ^^;

But. I figure, I like Jane because she is fairly cool and a smartass. Although the guy (whom we shall call Duh ...um. Bob?) is a bit annoying, in the harmless puppy dog sort of way. In the sort of way that makes me want to kick him or tell to grow a spine on general principle, but okay.

So we are sitting there and Bob is slightly poking at me and no reading is getting done. And I am talking more to Jane than to him, except for the slight hissing exchange of him trying to draw me out about my writing and I do. not. talk. about this at work. If I had a writer friend at work, that might be different, but as things stand, no. So I had to make it clear that I was not going to talk about it and really he needed to shut up.

*note to self #1. Bob is annoying.*

And Jane was also mocking him, but she mocks everyone, and I started one-upping her threats - at one point she has this plastic fork and threatened to poke him with it? I told her that nooo, she needed to draw blood. Can't do that with a plastic fork? Sure you can, you'd just have to work at it! >:)

*note to self #2. Your sense of humor is slightly worrying to co-workers and you haven't even got going. Watch it*

And then Bob makes a comment about hoping this anger is directed at all males, and not just him - which got the discussion onto guess what? And I went on in pretty much that fashion, prompting Jane to note that she'd never heard me use that many curse words and that easily. 'Just running through them, you don't talk like that!' She was amused, but.

All in all, I felt very satisfied with the conversation. All confident and ready to tell him about himself, and then lunch was over and back up front. I am Wonder Woman! I kick butt on all comers! >:D

Um. So. A few hours later, when things have slowed down customer-wise, Jane shows up. To let me know I had the wrong guy. It's Bob.

And in the midst of the :O and the laughing, I pointed out that Bob. Well. He's like a giant puppy dog and he whines and I get pissy when people whine at me (note that there is sadness or stressed-whinyness, and there is looking for pity whining - i do sympathy, not pity) and he would start whining and I would get pissy and he would whine more and then, I said, I would be forced to kill him. Because it's Bob.

And we're both dying of laughter, really, and I should've felt more like an idiot about this except the aforementioned guy is still a jerk. And there is much laughing, pointing out the incompatibility of this equation and my explaining the many levels of ewww and pissed off that prompted my ranting at lunch. And even at lunch, there had been the general agreement that the guy in question was a jerk.

More importantly, she stopped me from Making A Complete Idiot of myself. XD I am very very grateful to the Jane-lady for this consideration, and told her so. I think at least 3 times.

So, the tension of having the situation I thought I did has been eased, moreso because later on the jerk did show up and I did run him off - I think some rumoring has been spread, because he mentioned hearing that I could actually cuss >.< but you know? I ran him off, and he was not being any more/less obnoxious than usual. So I can live with that.

And hope he runs into something similar to what I was planning at some point in his life anyway, because he deserves it.

And Bob is so not a threat. XD

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