The owner has now:
- performed finger tricks
- thrown candy around the room
- offered free taste-testing of whipped cream and then started squirting way too much of it into people's mouths
- "I'm bugging you, aren't I?"
- "Anyone want a job?"
Yes, all of this happened in the last six minutes and I've already written more about it than my non-plot. More blogging to come.
12:30: "You guys still typing? I'm bored! When do you take a break?"
"December."
12:55: "When do you take a break?"
"DECEMBER!"
"Someone has the room booked at 8:30 the next morning. Sorry."
"That's okay, we'll all just move to Richard's house."
"Just remember you can always use people's names in your books."
"What's your name again?"
"As you can tell, I"m bored stiff."
"You can write a novel! It can keep you occupied."
"How about a novel in which all of the Starbucks in the world get blown up?"
"I'm really bored. I'm just going to go before you shoot me" (one guy gets up to go pee)- "okay, okay, I'm going!"
1:38: "Who's at 50,000?"
*raises hand* "Oh, do you mean fifty thousan or fifteen?"
"Or fifty?"
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