I’m going to go out on a limb here, and guess that this person is often extremely lonely.
You guys – Mr. Mock and I took Mini-Mock out for dinner tonight, and we went to an Italian place where they serve the most delicious Shrimp Scampi, which is basically like a small bowl of shrimp SMOTHERED in garlic and lemon sauce, and every time I order it I enjoy the crap out of it…until I get home. You would not believe the amount of garlic that I actually consume when I eat this particular shrimp scampi. I mean, there are actual CHUNKS of garlic in there, that I end up eating whole. And now that I’m home, I reek so much that I can hardly stand to be around myself. Mr. Mock is sitting across the room because I am that unbearable to be around. At least HE can escape. I am sort of stuck with myself.
And the thing is, I’ll still reek tomorrow – even after I’ve showered. It takes a few days for this much garlic to work itself out of my system. And I know this, before I order it, yet I order it anyway.
I have a hunch that I’m going to feel about as lonely as the subway dude tomorrow…because no one will want to come within 3 yards of me.