5 steps to a shit story

The old guy allan

I fucking hate being bored, people hate it when I'm bored cause I'm more likely to be a bitch.
i was hungry so i got my usual ham sandwich  and sat down opposition all (my nickname for him)
"Hello fellow grumpy hag" he looked up at me with a saggy face and shuffled his old set of cards he always has

"Hello bitch who wont leave me alone" he looked down at the cards and shuffled them then laid them out on the table in front of him stopping midway to take a sip of a pot of gravy that smelt horrible.

"Oh come on all you know you love me im your favourite cancer patient in the whole world" i nudged his shoulder with a teasing grin on my face he didn't look impressed

"I say i would prefer the softy girl macie who cries all the time at least she doesn't talk to me" he removed the glasses from his eyes to his head crossing his arms and staring at me with his old baggy eyes.

"Well no one would talk to your old ass other than me and im bored so your my last recourse that can drain all that sarcastic comments that are building up in me, so feel privileged all" 

"I feel so honoured to be ur punching bag" he rolled his eyes at me then put his stack of cards in the top pocket of his patient gown

I bit in my sandwich and smiled at him and said "your very welcome" i stood up and walked up to the vending machine to get a coke he shouted over "you don't understand the concept of sarcasm"

"Oh i understand all i just love the annoyance that glistens in your eyes" i smirk at him and he stands up and walks of on his zimmer frame and wave him of and he puts his middle finger up at me i turn to the corridors and go back to my room.