Another Monday Morning

You go down to the cafeteria and plop down into a chair next to the guy who works two cubes over from you. He mumbles all the time and nobody understands a word he says, so everybody walks all over him. You're no different because today right as you sit down you grab is untouched burger and start to eat it. Mouth full, you say, "Lovely day, isn't it, Franklin?" Franklin mumbles incoherently. You ignore it.