I had a timely encounter with the Shit-Face who inspired these spewings today.
I had the great misfortune of arriving at work the same time as she did - and the greater pity of her 'seeing' me. Jesus! Happy Tuesday to me! But, as they say... when life gives you lemons... "Hello" I said (I couldn't completely ignore her - I'm not advocating complete rudeness here!)
Why she bothered waiting behind for me, I do not know. Now don't think I didn't try to straggle - play the whole whoops - did I leave my car unlocked?...handbrake disengaged?...fuel tank on fire? thing. No avail.
Resume: I said "Hello Shit-Face - howyagarn?.." (you know, the obligatory 'how are you going' you say, when you're trying to appear polite). That's. It.
We walked the further 500 metres from the car park, to my department and I didn't instigate a single word of time wasting, awkward avoiding, chit-chat. It was hard for me, I generally make it my business to avoid awkward silences. But, NO, I thought. Lets just play here, and see if she actually says anything - asks me anything. She didn't. She retains said title - Shit-Face.
This might be fun.
So, when life gives you lemons...make lemonade; on the proviso that you drink it all your fucking self!