Scenes from a Borders

So I am applying for jobs for a hot min. here at home before I move, and it is by far one of the most depressing things that has distracted me from the Olympics. I am working* on some life things here at a Borders and it might as well be 4:30 at Lenny's............I mean Denny's. Anybody? Hmm.

So seriously there are so many elderly people here. Call me old fashioned, but shouldn't they be home watching Matlock, making pudding, wearing comfortable shoes, waiting for the news, ie human interest stories, to come on the news?

There are many people walking by, pretending to read books-really listening to music, chatting up the emo coffee girl. I am sitting here with my ear buds in pretending to be listening to music, when actually I prefer people think I am so awesome listening to my own music AND typing on my computer that people would never think about bothering me. That hasn't stopped everyone.
( In fact I'm not listening to anything. I have a really hard time typing and listening to music. Not to self-diagnose myself, but I think it's a problem somewhere in the reptilian part of my brain.)

A week or so ago when I was here I saw an old man just sitting the whole time I was here. He was here the next time and the time I was here. He's always here. He pretends to be reading a book, charging his phone, but I know his secret. He's a conversation leech.

First it starts with the entrance of personal space followed by eye contact. Then the worst; mindless observations followed by patter, I hate patter. He's says with a Polish accent, " CHellou, chare chyou chold chenough tu buh chere?" Seeing as how I had a Polish ballet teacher, this made perfect sense to me and I responded, "Yes, are you. " After I pretended to be super busy and after a couple of sentences he sucked onto someone else, and in fact after he moved my computer cable(!) he's now asleep. The very idea is like a nightmarish look into my future.

Back when I was young, Borders was filled of possibilities for cruising the gay lovelies and now what. OLD PEOPLE! Go home, stop talking to me, stop smelling funny- it offends everyone! I had a better chance of meeting somebody in my parents living room. Honestly, I'm just going to kick it when I'm 35. Gay and old looks good on so few people.

*looking at Broadway sites