garrattj

Five-Minute fiction - 23:04-23:09

You, sir, are a blathering blowhard. Four-hundred and fifty posts later and where are you? No where. Back at the beginning.

Being back at the beginning is being somewhere.

Yes, fine, but thats not the point. The point is Im not actually sure what the point is anymore, you derailed my train of thought.

I did no such thing. You did that all by yourself.

Nuh-uh, you did it. You interrupted me!

I only stopped you from calling me a blathering blowhard, and perhaps you should have said blithering, that sounds better.

Dont tell me what I can, or should call you.

Well, you shouldnt actually call me anything, unless its nice of course. Didnt Mother ever teach you any manners?

No, but I imagine youve got lots of lessons in etiquette and protocol?

Enough.

Enough what?

Enough to get by.

You are not helping.

Why should I be helping, a few minutes ago you called me a blithering blowhard.

Blathering, I said blathering blowhard.

Exactly. You called me names, and yet Im not supposed to attempt to hinder you?

Hinder me?

Yes, hinder, to slow or impede, did Mother teach you anything?

Clearly not. What else did she teach you?