The Office BoreA Story by Tina H.W.Sometimes things just aren't what they seem.
I've made a terrible mistake. I'm only speaking to him because he's alone and now, because of my good deed, I'm trapped in a corner of the office party with the office bore.
He's wearing a pained expression as he tells me his name is Robert Barker. And tells me he already knows who I am. I wonder how as we've never been introduced. I've already decided this is the first and last time we speak. Oh what have I done?! Everyone around us are all drinking, laughing and having a good time while I'm stuck here with boring Bob. To make matters worse, he doesn't even have any distinguishing features about him to distract me from the low drone coming from his thin lips. I smile and try to look interested but all I want to do is shut my eyes and wish him away. I'm terrified in case he sees me stifle a yawn. I think I caught the words "paper clips" but have I actually fallen asleep on the spot? I realise I'm not in blissful sleep but in a living nightmare as he continues. "The blue paperclips after my favourite colour," he says, sniffing and hoisting his specs up with his middle finger. I hear a sudden roar of laughter from a group on the other side of the room. Oh how I long to be with them... Bob has stopped talking, resulting in an agonising awkward silence between us while he picks his teeth with his little fingernail. Maybe now would be a good time to suggest we mingle, but just as I open my mouth to speak, he launches into another speech about paperclips. "Umm...so...yeah... Sometimes I put red paperclips with blue ones, ya know, just to mix things up a bit but generally I like red with red and blue with blue..." "Fascinating," I manage to say. Julie Simmons, one of the girls from accounts is looking over at us. I've spoken to her a few times. She's wearing a lovely floral, mid-length dress. When I eventually get the chance I'll ask her where she bought it. She must have noticed who I'm with because she's turned on her heels and is now walking away. I don't blame her. Somehow, this one-sided conversation has turned to toilet cleaners and which is the best brand for getting rid of unsightly strains. "I buy my toilet cleaner from the 99 pence shop and not the pound shop. It's a penny cheaper from the 99 pence shop, you see. Got to save the pennies, eh?" He snorts with laughter and then sniffs. "So...yeah..." That's it! I've had enough! I can't take it any longer. I smile politely at him and say that all this talk about toilet cleaners has left me wanting to spend a penny. And then I'm free! I'm actually free! Clever me! When I return, I see that Bob had latched himself on to Julie Simmons and I can't help feeling releaved and wanting to laugh. I can't imagine what he's talking to her about. As I pass them, I can't help but discreetly listen in on their conversation. Poor Julie... This is their conversation, word for word: Julie: "I only left you alone for a moment. I spotted the two of you talking. How on earth did you manage to shake her off?!" Bob: It was hard! But I ended up talking about toilet cleaners!" (They are both finding this all extremely funny) Julie: "Well we all warned you about her. She's so boring! But you managed to shake her off. Clever old you! Fancy a drink?" Bob smiles and throws his arm around Julie's shoulders. Then they both walk straight past me, laughing with each other and not looking in the least bit bored in each others company. © 2016 Tina H.W.Featured Review
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Added on October 16, 2016Last Updated on October 17, 2016 AuthorTina H.W.United KingdomAboutHello! :) Wow! I feel out of my depth among so many talented writers! Well.. I like to write (that's when I have the time) Most of my stories are either humorous or dark and sinister. I love to try a.. more..Writing
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