Friday, March 9, 2018

The Lost Art of Conversation

Sometimes, trying to talk while watching the news is a lost cause. There are just too many distractions.
"So your day was okay?"
"It was..."
(A political update distracts hubby.)
"Oh, @#$% him. What a moron."
"So not a great day?"
"The day was good. I ran around a lot. How was your day?"
"Okay. Not every exciting. But there was one thing I wanted to tell you. Hey, did you know that -- "
(A report about Mexico distracts him.)
"Hang on. Is that the resort he's going to for that bachelor party?"
(He's talking about the eldest.)
"I don't think so. It's months from now."
"Okay, good."
"I'm going upstairs."
"What did you want to tell me before?"
"I have no idea. It's gone."
"Sorry."
"That's okay, it'll come back to me at some point."
(Two hours later, I reappear, as if by magic.)
"I remembered what I was going to tell you."
"Hang on, let me hit pause."
"You know the machine thingy at Gelson's, where you insert the debit card?"
"Uh huh."
"Before, you didn't insert the card till the end, but now, you get to insert the card right away."
"Game changer."
"I thought so."

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