The barber and the butcher who have the business at the building I'm living, are ugly and nosy. Due to they never have much to do, they are always at the entrance talking to each other or with some other neighbor. And always, ALWAYS, looks at me when I pass them. They just do it because they like gossips and they are so bored, with no final purposes. There was just one time I didn't care about them, the day when my beloved friends came to pick me up with a limousine because it was my birthday.