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...I get my Whopper and salad (because it balances out the Whopper), I eat them, have a lunchtime phone conference, and now I'm here at my favorite Chelmsford library, whiling away my hour until I have to go back to work.
This cute little Sven-looking guy is sitting across from me, headphones around his neck, wearing a Top Gun teeshirt and glasses. No kidding. He's got the hair, the mouth, the nose, the sitting posture... He's all skinny and REALLY looks like Sven about two or three years ago, maybe on a diet as well, and he's typing like mad and smiling occasionally, the screen reflected in his glasses. He has the look of one in love, and/or watching the NumaNuma guy, and/or being in love with a girl who also loves the Numa Numa guy. He's really cute. He coughs a hacking, grating cough, but keeps his mouth closed while he's coughing so it sounds like he's literally dying. I think he's attempting to keep the coughing down to a lower noise level than if he coughed with his mouth open, but the effect recalls the cough of a ninety year old man on his deathbed, so it's actually more distrancting than I'm sure he intended it to be. He leans back, raises an eyebrow, and clicks the mouse repeatedly. He smiles, leans back into the keyboard, and types, again, with wild abandon. I love watching other people do things when they think no one is looking. Of course, here I am, smiling at my computer, or trying not to, anyhow, and this geeky kid across from me is probably typing some email to his girlfriend telling her how this chick who just sat down keeps looking over at him and smiling.
Now he leans back again, and while I type and pretend to stare at the screen, out of the corner of my eye I can see his eyes shift back and forth, looking at me. He's onto me.
I love the world. :)
It must be the Whopper...