03-21-2009, 01:30 PM
i used to work the front desk/juice bar at a gym and at a separate nutrition store that was owned by the same guy. there was this really odd guy who worked out late in the day when we were nearly empty and would spend a great deal of his time talking to whoever was working that night. he would just ramble on and on about inane crap that none of us cared to hear about. his actual name was baron. we nicknamed him baron von talksalot. even worse than talking to me in the gym was when he found the nutrition store, because there was rarely anyone else in there so I couldn't even act like I had to do something to get away from him.