How dumb can a human really be? I mean there has to be a point when you can't look in the mirror anymore at your sea. Or maybe that point is long past and she thinks her brain cells are vast. For she forgot all about how dumb she knew she was before and now gives the same damn encore. How she ever sells her stuff is beyond me too. Actually they probably buy it to get her to shut up as Flappy is that coo coo.
"Did you get new tables in here? It looks like you got new tables in here. The chairs are different too."
This came to her after the night was over too. I guess she finally had time to stop flapping and take in the view.
"They roll don't they? I'm sure they roll. They roll don't they?"
There always seems to be an echo around when she makes a sound. But Pat just wanted Flappy to leave and shut her yap. Yet she continued to flap.
"The chairs are nice chairs. I never had such a nice chair at the other place. The tables are kind of smaller, but they roll don't they? I'm sure they roll."
"That's why they have wheels!"
She once more ignored Pat and tried to move the nearest table across the mat. But Flappy could not do such a thing letting her arms fling. She made a constipated face as she tried to push too. Why couldn't she just take her crap and go home to her loo?
"This chair is nice and moves. This table has to move. It has wheels, it has too."
No shit! That's what Pat just said you dimwit. She bent down with her ass in the air. If Pat didn't mind getting sued or fired or put in jail, he would have kicked it without even a dare. She then brought her head up and hit it on the table, thinking them moving was now just a fable.
"The wheels must be for show. They can't move, I tried they just can't move."
Flappy didn't even blink when she hit her head which just goes to prove what I've always said. She has nothing much up there to hurt, nothing but a mound of dirt. Why the hell did she have to move them anyway? Just to prove they could do such an act at Pat's work bay? If something has wheels wouldn't anyone with half a brain assume that it could move with ease? Between Flappy's ears there has to be an ever flowing breeze.
"I know the thing has to move. But they can't move. I know it has to move."
A prime example of contradicting one's self can be found with Flappy at Pat's work shelf. She finally packed up all her stuff, blithering on with her same old huff and puff. Then as she had it all sat down on a table and ready to go. Pat flicked the switch on the wheel down below. She went to grab her stuff and the table moved forward on her a bit. That's when her eyes bcame lit.(Yes, Pat could not help himself and it had to be done. Even though he wanted Flappy to scram and stop letting her mouth run.)
"I knew they moved. Maybe that other one is defective. I think you have a defective table, you should call the company and get them to replace it. See this one moves just like this."
As she yapped Pat flicked the switch with his foot once more. She then stopped and went to move the table across the floor. She struggled and pushed a bit and then had her same old fit.
"I know it moved, you saw it right? It moved, these tables move. The tables have to move, it just moved."
Pat shrugged and turned the lights off one by one, letting her know her flapping was done. She grabbed her stuff and left in a huff. But Pat did not care as he had enough. Although it was fun making her go nuts over a table moving or not. Even though she sounded like a damn repeating robot. Small things amuse small minds I guess. Flappy's mind is truly a mess. I wish she'd go rent another class so I would never have to again repeat such tales here with my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.