It is another day at Chocolati and I'm sitting here working and this woman has been sitting talking at her friend for a good hour. It first started talking about her work. There were two people she'd hired at the same time and one of them up and tried to commit suicide and so she had to go back home and get healthy. I was able to tune out whatever the story was about the other one.
I looked back at one point expecting to see someone who was in her mid-20s, maybe early 30s, but no, she's probably in her late 50s to early 60s. She probably can never be taken all that seriously on the phone.
Now she's talking about health. And all sorts of details from her chiropractor to her dietitian - who, by the way, wanted to just eliminate too much and it just wasn't going to be doable.
It's all sorts of intimate details I just don't want to hear about.
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