You: Now that you've told me about your various unhappinesses.
You: No need to pout.
I: Thank you, thank you. Well ...
You: Come on, don't feed me that slowpoke stuff you've acquired when traveling God knows where. This is a fast-clipped society here.
You: Get it out.
I: Yes'm. About to. If you let me get a word in edgewise – in my naturally slow way.
You: Don't you DARE BLOG FOR BLOGGING'S SAKE!
The beginning of an imagined dialog. [Could go on endlessly.]
However, I don't think she quite knows what she's talking about when she spits out that FOR BLOGGING'S SAKE!
Setting: workplace, sun pouring in, work won't go away by itself but is, neutrally put, not quite stimulating.
No other characters.