You’d think that on a rainy day right before a typhoon, the coffee shop would be empty. Too bad—things rarely work out that way. There are always uninvited guests who walk in at just that moment to bother you.
They have absolutely nosense. They sit down right behind you and start chatting about the most unremarkable topics—nothing to do with their background, their feelings, their holidays, or their interests. They’ll say the model they hired had ugly pants, simply because "she’s a fatty." Other work-related discussions are about their colleagues, who, naturally, "are all just as underwhelming."
They constantly rehash the same old, unsolvable problems. For instance: How important is English, really? What level do you need to reach to get into a foreign company? How should you plan your Japan trip to make it fun and cheap? Why are all the people they meet at work so stupid? Anyway, no matter how the conversation ends, they must stand tall, conclude with a little sermon, and then emphasize that they don't care about any of it.
What they care about most is salary. They’ll ask about it frequently, but no one ever seems to know how much that person actually earns or why they're doing that job. Then, with a mix of reverence and fear, they’ll bring up, again, that "English is really important," and repeatedly get hung up on verb tenses. When talking about Japan, they'll mention frogs, and then frogs and geckos will become a whole new, separate discussion. Someone will call a snail's foot a "suction cup," and another will mention they've never seen a snake in person... and so on, just a bunch of trivial nonsense.
The funniest part of all this is when they talk about things that are clearly not important, but they insist on emphasizing every single word, even going so far as to BANG! ON! THE! TABLE! “You, need, to, have, an, idea.” “He’s, not, doing, home, work.” Or maybe: “It, doesn’t, seem, that, bad.”
You listened for ages and still can’t make any sense of it. What concrete good are they talking about? And what concrete bad? Their momentary flash of brilliance will probably quickly jump right back into frogs and terrariums.
Disappointed and fighting to keep your mouth from twitching, you try to figure out who's talking without actually turning your head. You might pretend to inspect the shop's décor, stand up to refill your water, go to the restroom, or head downstairs to order.
It’s still drizzling outside. Your pants and socks are now dry, but you still feel like they’re wet and sticky—utterly unbearable. Especially when they open their mouths again.98Please respect copyright.PENANA1HW4q5Sayn
(Translated by Gemini.)
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