People I'm Next To

I'm next to this guy. He isn't really remarkable, jeans, collared shirt, pullover sweater, brown eyes, brown hair, two eyes, two ears, five fingers, five toes, et cetera. I mean he is wearing shoes, so you know I really don't know about the toes, regardless of the point remains, normal guy. He is at a coffee shop shopping on the for desks with his laptop. While I quietly infringe on his privacy by peering over his shoulder I see that he keeps coming back to a certain desk. It's a strange piece of motorized furniture that transforms from a traditional desk height to standing height with the push of a button. This future furniture is quickly driving me insane. It starts innocently enough, the desk poses a question: Why would anyone need an ascending descending desk? I assume it's a health issue, still curious I decide to google that shit. This is where things rapidly spiral away from me. Searching for this desk, I stumble across several articles on the dan

I'm next to this woman. She is a thin, dark haired lady in jarringly bright, if pleasant clothes. I'd say jaunty, if I were the type of person to say jaunty. I guess I am. In a strange quirk, she is doing what I am doing, essentially describing some stranger in the bar. She and a gentlemen, her gentleman, are telling a story to another lady. The story is about their first date, more specifically a rude interruption on their first date. Some three years ago this couple picked up a third wheel during their date, a wonderfully brash third wheel. The Wheel saw the Jaunty lady and was quite smitten, and he decided to pursue her while she was out with her pre-boyfriend. She politely explained that she wasn't interested and indeed that she was here with another boy. Rebuffed the third Wheel retreated, got drunker and returned. He found similar results, and repeated the get drunker tactic over and over again. The entirely predictable consequence of this was the third whee