Shut up, Shut up, Shut up!

So, I'm sitting in a meeting today. I'm listening with intent for about ten minutes. Suddenly, it becomes quite apparent why we're all there. THIS person, too was tired of hearing her own voice. Only, instead of politely creating a blog and ranting while rolling eyes, lecturing while creating the sour, dour mouth, she has called a MEETING. We sit there a captive squirming audience. Passing furtive glances at one another. Nervously, shifting weight from one butt cheek to the next. Time seems to actually slow down and stop at one point. After looking at everyone's shoes, clothes, creating a grocery list in my head, thinking about laundry, pondering on David Beckham's CK underwear ads, reality taps and guess what??? She's STILL talking. STILL-with the whining and the sour dour face and head shakes. OMG! How much more can we endure??? The looks of all are of a quiet pain rendering them helpless and hopeless. After an hour and some change. All I can think at this point is: SHUT THE FUCK UP and let me go already!