So usually after work I have the breakroom to myself, but this week an older gentleman has been coming in. We ignore each other. He sits down, turns on the Weather Channel and watches until the Local on the 8s goes through, then flips over to Fox News (ugh!) for a few, back to the Weather Channel, and then he gets up and leaves.
The weird thing is, I am totally squicked out about working while he's in here.
It's not that he bothers me in and of himself. I'm sure he's a very nice man. But he looks like he could be my grandfather, and trying to write erotica while your grandfather is in the room is, well, weird. Really, really weird.