Patience

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.

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