A woman was chattering on about an utterly impossible to follow story line. It ebbed and flowed in a desert of non sequiturs. Sadly, because politeness was a necessary evil and, besides, I had no easily accessible implements to fashion into a shiv, I listened. Not interjecting or, heaven forbid, interrupting until she said,
“Am I crazy here?”
“Not just here.” I said ending our relationship.
See, it’s all about having the patience to wait for that perfect out.