Un Petit Dejeuner

"Patty´s signing bitch," John informed me over the phone, and then went on to explain that Patty and he had a complex signaling system that they often used to express vulgarities across the room. The checker woman at the grocery store was indeed being a bitch, as John could plainly see as he observed the scene from the cereal aisle, where he was debating between original Captain Crunch or the peanut butter kind. He asked me which I would choose and I told him that Captain Crunch is disgusting and that he should get Oh´s instead. He laughed loudly back into the phone and for about five seconds longer than the joke warranted. I felt annoyed. He was always laughing at everything. And always laughing for way too long. He´s the kind of guy that laughs uneasily at bad jokes and makes the joke teller wish they had never said the joke at all. No one can fake laugh for as long as John does, so everyone else in the room eventually stops laughing and just looks on with fake smiles at the joke teller and John, feeling embarassed and uncomfortable for the pair of them. John´s a good guy, but come on, someone really ought to tell him about that laughing thing.