You Need To Get Out More

There are a few quite people at work who I’ve said nothing more than a passing hello to. And one guy who doesn’t even give that. He doesn’t say a word to anyone. It’s a bit off-putting. Potential serial killer off-putting.
Over the last few months I’ve managed to get more than just a hello from one quiet colleague.
Before I ever talked to him all I really new about him was that he owns a tortoise and likes to get breakfast at MacDonald’s. But since I’ve occasionally been working next to him I’ve managed to get some more information from him.

He’s forty seven and has lived in the same house all his life. His brother is fifty and he’s never moved out either. They don’t really speak to eat other, only a passing hello and that’s it. Not even at Christmas as he said it’s just a normal day in the house. Might get a turkey but that’s about it.
“He’s a piss head, he can’t be bothered to go upstairs to the toilet if he’s drunk late at night so he opens up the back door and goes out there. And if it’s cold outside then sometimes he will piss in the kitchen sink,” he told me.

He’s never been aboard and has never even owned a passport. The furthest he’s been from home is a few days in a Yarmouth caravan park when he was a kid.

It really doesn’t seem to bother him that he doesn’t do much with his life. I imagine that he doesn’t have good days or bad days. He just has days.
Today I asked him what he will be up to over the weekend.
“Get a takeaway, go to Sainsbury’s, give the tortoise a run around in the back garden, maybe take the car for a little drive around so it keeps ticking over. That’s about it really.”
“So you never go to the pub for a few beers?”
“Oh no, I might have a can of Guinness at home but that’s it.”
So seeing that he’s never out drinking I ask him if he’s ever, and I repeated ever in his whole life been out past midnight. I wasn’t surprised when he said no.
“Not even on something like new years eve?” I ask him.
“No, it gets too rowdy doesn’t it. It’s just another night to me.”
I couldn’t help but dig deeper, to get to know more of the things that he doesn’t do, and when I ask him the last time he went on the tube to the centre of London or around there he tells me it was 1980. He lives in a London post code close to the Essex border by the way.
“I guess it’s changed a lot since then. I wouldn’t go on the tube now, not with all the bombs and terrorists,” he adds.
“What were you doing up there?”
“It was a training induction thing for this job. Did a few days in Mount Pleasant and then a few days in Kings Cross. Someone told me that there were lots of prostitutes in Kings Cross and they were right. I walked past one and she asked me if I wanted a good time. I said no thanks I’m going to get a Wimpy.”