Remember how I tried to get a rise out of the librarian in Charlotte? By selecting a bunch of crazy books? (Last paragraph.) The last two times I've been in the library the same guy has checked out my dvds for me and spoken unnecessarily. I don't want to have an overly long conversation about the title of a movie I haven't even seen. 2 minutes falls into that category. Stop talking.
Monday was the best. He's asking a guy about honey at the farmer's market, then says to me, "Some people like tea, some people like coffee, I like honey." Of course my first thought is, "Do you drink it?" How does that relate??? Lol. So it popped out to ask. IMMEDIATELY I recognize I shouldn't have but it's too late. Jameil! What is your problem!?!?! STOP TALKING! I blame my parents for that one. Not only did they teach me not to be rude, they also have those faces that beg people to converse about nothing. I don't like small talk. I can do it but I think it's stupid. Too late for this one, though. He's already going. 5 minutes of my life gone over honey. He even busted out recipes!! (Nothing you want, I think-- mix blueberries, water and honey in a blender for blueberry juice. Yuck. I don't like blueberries.) Thanks. Thanks a lot. But more importantly, what? Stop talking.