Oh just shut it already..

You know what is worse than listening to a loud windbag co-worker wax nauseous over her new (ok ready probably ONLY) paramour?

I'm sure you know whats coming...yup.

When they break up/split..he finally flees the country to escape the Mad Cow.
She has been whinging and gnashing for the last three days over "the end"
Weeping to all, that she never saw it coming..

Alright. Well everybody else has, in fact we've placed bets on it. We are mackeral slapped it lasted this long..but then she has been quite busy buying him lots of shiny stuff.
I lost official count somewhere around 3 thousand..because someone ratted me out that I would keeping a financial tally (purely for betting purposes..it helps to be well informed) and she stopped talking about it... (well loud enough for me to overhear)
It has be grotesquely fascinating wondering when the balance would tip.

Now what you ask was the catalyst, what made her realize that it was over?

Was it the weekend of the snow fall/storm? When Sunday she ran into him at a local establishment, unaware that "he had come into town to help with snow removal" and had not called her?
(well, he had actually come into town Friday night, because I saw him out and about that night..but no matter) NOPE..not that.

Was it Valentines day when she failed to get even a phone call? Nope.

Was it when...suddenly he would not fuck her without double protection...(after not even calling her in close to two weeks?) NOPE (yes she shared this..lucky us)

It was when she stole his phone (the one she paid for) and scrolled through to see who he was talking to, and found a girls number...and called it.. OOOPS.


HOLYFUCKINGSHITNOWAY....

So now she on Nuclear Meltdown...sniffling and snorting..and asking everyone their opinion.

It's...it's so uncomfortable...and yet compelling..