Monday, August 24, 2015

Well duh.

If you've been reading, or talk to us about any of the happenings around here ever, then you've heard of Sad Santa.
To review- we started calling him Sad Santa because he always wore a red coat and a hat and has a beard and shuffles around like a sad puppy.
He grumbles. I don't think he has any teeth. With the amount of soda he drinks I'm not sure how he has any functioning organs but it sure does make him happy. God forbid the soda machine ever breaks. We'll find him down there hugging it.

He no longer grumbles outside of our window at odd hours and we've all become accustomed to each other so he's less bizarre. He's basically IS a shuffly puppy.
We've never been able to understand much of what he says other than "soda" or "quarters" or "helloooooo!" from across the parking lot.

And after 6 months of figuring this dude out we have confirmed that Sad Santa, (aka Warren) the guy nobody really talks to, the guy nobody can understand, the guy who does random stuff and doesn't always respond, communicates using friggin sign language.
He's signed to us several times recently. I don't know if he never did before but he does now.
Too bad nobody told us this a long time ago. I at least would have made sure to speak only while looking at him directly (because he can understand a lot that way) and I would have known why he was always using hand motions.
Geez. 

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