Hop, Where the Fuck Are You?

These people at work are driving me insane.  They're talking about cheese sticks, sugar water.  Something about a Kit Kat.  Apparantely, in someone's school, you were not allowed to bring your lunch.  Sprite and 3 cookies, everyday for 3 years.  Idling train engines.  Oh god, here's another one.  A Twix, a bag of salt and vinegar chips and a Dr. Pepper everyday in highschool.  Another.  All you can eat eatery.  Three times a day.  Stuck a muffin and two apples in my pocket.  That one made me laugh.  Now they're looking at me.

Nevermind.  Looking at someone else.  Something about a pasta buffet at college.  Waffle bars.  Okay, I'm done.

Here's my gripe.  Why do people have these types of conversations?  It's almost combative.  Each one of them, trying to best the other with something they had that the other person didn't.  Who cares?  I mean, I'm just listening to listen really because I've got nothing better to do at 1 in the morning.  So, Hop.  Where the fuck are you?  I've got another week of these losers.  I need mental stimulation.  I need to yell at you over some stupid story you made up.  I've come to a realization that I come to work less to work and more to bitch at Hop.

Oh, and Osama Bin Laden died.  Whoever that is.  Joe out.