thick talk

Such a silly busy day and all there was was talk talk talk.
First a long talk two hours with the boss and his assistant.
"how to operate a fine art printer"

Finish knowing that they do not know how.

Then an hour on the phone, a man asking how to  print fine art prints.

He is an artist, no sense for commerce.

Then two hours listening to a professor's praise, but it is not of himself, for a change.
It would be fine, but he wants a print of one of his photographs.

And then he wants another scan.

Then the fine art artist arrives in person.

And he never stops talking for three solid hours.

Now it is evening, a last cup of coffee, then home.

And hope that the son does not talk too much.