Hey fellas, dropping in to contribute a quick dose of your daily vitamin R.

I work with a girl, 8-9/10, typical airhead bimbo whom every simp with a pulse gets mushy over. Being a monk, I couldnt care less.

Per usual, I stay busy until leaving time, and make no attempt to have a conversation. For the final thirty minutes, she continuously pestered me. The more I shut down the attempts, the more frequent they became.

Finally, she asks me our favorite question, "are you in a bad mood? Is sum ting wong?" I say no just trying to stay productive. "If you say so" she replies, because who's a better authority on me than her! Yikes...

AWALT gentlemen, withhold attention and watch her become a fiend just dying for some witless banter.