Not too long ago I was invited to dinner at my neighbor’s apartment. She’s a middle-aged lady, recently separated, and I think she’s a bit lonely. Let’s call her Cheryl.
She often knocks on our door to ask some quick question. This seemingly meaningless question usually leads to a longer monolog about what’s happening in her life and the latest gossip.
Problem is, she doesn’t seem to have an “off button”. She never notices that she’s the only one talking and after a while, I have to come up with some sort of contrived excuse to end the conversation.