I was eating my lunch (chicken sandwich to be exact) in a bench park yesterday when an old man sat beside me. At first, I thought he was an ordinary sexually frustrated old bloke that sits in the park waiting for some eager whore to hump his junk. But I was mistake when the crackpot started talking to himself animatedly. I haven't seen anyone with schizophrenia before, so I watched the silly guy as he discussed his business plans to himself.
I thought he was funny, however, his plans on expanding his family-owned
flower farm business and going to France to buy more flower seeds seem sensible. After several hours of the interpersonal business meeting, I watched his hands swoop over his pockets rummaging something underneath. Goodness me, it was a mobile phone! And on his right ear was a Step 1150 headset, which looked more like a decaying mushroom than a hearing aid.
After giving several warnings about not wearing headsets in public, I thought people already learned their lessons. The headset made it easier for the foolish bloke to communicate since it allows hands-free conversation without bringing out his
wireless mobile phone. I was disappointed because he's not schizophrenic! He fooled me! So I grabbed the idiot's wrist and slammed him over the oak tree!
