(It was humorous at first but getting mostly tiring now.)
I decided it was a good time to go to lunch.
When I returned a half hour later ..... Ok 35 minutes later ..... he was still ranting.
Same topic, same f-bombs.
(I'm certainly no prude but there should be a limit to the number of f-bombs heard in a day. This
guy is setting records for its use.)
I think he was still on the same long sentence as when I walked out the door.
I don't think he even paused and took a breath in all that time.
I'd laugh if I hadn't started thinking it was so sad that he gets so consumed with cynicism and anger.
It was like I never left the room.
He probably didn't even notice my departure earlier.
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