So I somehow got roped into walking to Sainsbury’s with a colleague every lunchtime. He’s nice enough but a TOTAL baby bore. I ask “how was your weekend” and get a 10 minute monologue about every single thing his son got up to (including sicking up his dinner), then the latest update on his wife’s pregnancy, then “we managed to get rid of our son for the evening at the in-laws, to have the night to ourselves” (boak). I literally want to stab my eyes out with boredom. I don’t care about your wife, son and unborn baby as I’ve never met any of them! I seem to know every minor detail about all of them now, even stuff I probably shouldn’t know (like his wife’s 2 miscarriages…..).
“How are you” means how are YOU. I’ve had to start being rude and just put my headphones on and walk off briskly
Capital Dance >>>> hearing about someone’s kid for half an hour.