I am sitting at work.

A lot of people are ordering pizza.

The Hungry Howie's guy has been here twice.

Why does he keep talking to me?

He's weird, and I suspect he's gay, and I hate when people are on the job and insist on making small talk with the customers/strangers/people around them.

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