Brer Robert and his Friends (adapted from "Brer Rabbit is so Cunning")

One day Brer Robert was walking along a path in a forest. A forest with many trees. A forest with many leaves. Brer Robert was walking with no intention, strolling, meandering. Ambling and wandering. A man with no task. He walked this way and that, along the path.
All at once some leaves flew up and into his face. His meandering ways and ambling mind was startled and he yelped out in surprise. In the field there yonder stood two friends who saw Brer Robert and his actions and started to make fun of him.
"Brer Robert is scared of leaves! How silly is he!" They threw the leaves around and play acted the fear they saw from Brer Robert. They laughed and giggled and poked fun.
Now these friends, in the field there yonder, were friends in much the same way that you are friends with someone that you hate. These friends that you hate, you hate but you talk to. You talk to because you always seem to be in the same place at the same time. These places include - the elevator, the train, the toilet block, the common area of work and sometimes the secret place at work that is around the corner behind the door, that you go to to be alone for a while and daydream. This secret place that only you know of, or so you thought, because sometimes they are there smoking a cigarette. These friends that you hate, that you see and you inwardly groan. You walk towards the elevator and you see them in there and your eyes dart around looking for a way out of an encounter with them but your legs always seem to be moving forward and you can't stop until you reach the inside of the elevator, stand next to your friend and push the button to go down.
Damn these legs! you think, and damn this elevator!
"Resistance is futile" say your legs insolently.
Your mouth smiles a tight smile and you ask "How was your weekend Kirk?" and you swallow the sigh of acceptance and dully await the reply.
He puffs away about the late night out on saturday and the outrageous antics that usually ensue when Bazza gets drunk and handsy with the ladies, when Macca makes to acost a police woman and when the whole ladsy crew dare him to moon the bouncer. He relays all this information smugly and his chest puffs out with pride when he thinks how envious you must be with how popular he seems. You stare into the near distance and make the appropriate noises in response "oh wow! you didn't! oh my!"
Brer Robert didn't like these friends at all and their jearing ways only highlighted his hate for them. He wished that he hadn't smiled at them then and that the elevator didn't exist.
Brer Robert's friends were not his friends and he didn't smile at them now when they jested at his expense.
He hated them. He wanted to make them pay. He looked at the leaves, those offending leaves, those leaves of torture and instead of saying something to these friends, these people he dislikes, he kicks the leaves. He lifts up his leg and kicks at the leaves. He curls up his hands and stomps on the leaves. Silly elevators! with their silly spaces! and the silly things you hear from the people that you hate! Brer Robert stuffs his hands into his pockets and walks away. He isn't meandering anymore, he has intention. Brer Robert has things to do, he is going to get a blower vac and clean up this forest.