The Peesthala Tales

Prelude: The Peesthala, literally, is where one Pees. The following narrative requires a stretch of imagination, into a world where there's more life forms around you, than you have believed.

It's a bright and sunny morning. I have just arrived at work from my long drive. I login to my system, and proceed out to the Peesthala. My favorite - #3 from the left. I greet #3 a good morning, and she responds, winking her red eye. How was the drive? she asks. I express my wonder, Don't you ever tire of hearing my Hosur Road stories? She says, no - never darling, and winks her red eye again, now that I was done. I bid her au revoir and soon walk out, grabbing a coffee on my way back.

#3 tells me stories. The other day, she told me about this guy who came in talking on the phone, walked over to #5, and just continued talking, with the phone wedged between his head and left shoulder. #3, ever the propah Miss Manners, rolled her eyes... surely, the person on the other end of the phone could here a lot more than just voice.

There was also this story of these two guys who came in animatedly discussing some technical stuff. Just one of them walked over to #1, while the other guy stood 4 feet from him continuing their talk. #3 said she found it pretty amusing, because that guy at #1 stood there for a long time, just talking, and doing nothing else. He eventually gave up, and walked away, to some giggles from #1 and the others...