Hear me type, hum, sip my tea, and get on with my life while you pay for the privilege of being ignored.

I might potter about the house, doing absolutely nothing of importance, and still it's more deserving of my focus than you.

You'll ache to listen, straining for every little sound, while to me you are nothing. You're not even there. You know you're not worth my time or attention. So you pay for the privilege of me ignoring you. ?