Hey you, move.

Get out of my way. In fact, you should get out my way quick. I really can't stand you.

I can't stand your blue eyes, blue as the water in the pool you lifeguard every day. I especially can't stand the shape of your legs, but I'd hate them even if you let yourself go. So don't.

I want you to quit. I want you to leave without giving your notice. You're possibly the worst person I've ever worked with. But if you do quit, I'm afraid I'll have to make you quit your next job so our boss could hire you back. I'd miss you.

Seriously though, move. I've have work to do.