Paul's Lunch

My job is just delivering the Meals. It's a new thing now. We have to stay a bit longer. Have a chat, make sure they're OK. We're not allocated any extra time so while we're chatting some old dear down the list is digesting herself from the inside out waiting for lunch.

Oh it's not so bad.

Most you'd chat to anyway. Probably not Paul though. Paul's a bit strange. He makes me feel uncomfortable just by looking at me. Smells. Not bad, the opposite really- too clean. TCP or something but it's cloying, gets the back of your throat.