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endless idle chatter Since I can't be somewhere across the globe all of the time, my latest adventures are of the more mundane kind. For example, after work this morning I managed to lock my car in the garage or me out of it depending on how you want to look at it. Either way it was not something that I had planned on doing. I had just returned home from doing some grocery shopping and was taking the bags into my house. With the last of the bags in my hands, I hit the button to lower the garage door and realized that I didn't have the garage door opener on me. It was in the car on the front passenger seat. In attempt to stop the door, I quickly put down what I was holding and tried to catch the door in one smooth motion. Well, I managed to set down what I was holding and got my hands on the door, but I could tell that it wasn't going to stop. The safety trigger must have been set too high, so I let go rather than hurting myself or breaking the motor on the garage door opener. I wasn't that concerned about what had happened since I had an over ride key in the house for the garage door. Rather than running right back outside to try the key I decided to eat first and that meant grilling some hamburgers. By the time that I got back out to the garage with the key I was tired and that probably impaired my thinking ability. Then when I tried the key it just spun around loose in the keyhole and I wondered what I was doing wrong. Personally I felt like a moron standing in front of my garage in the middle of day turning a key above my head. Eventually I asked one of my neighbors what I was doing wrong and now I know the trick behind using the key. Naturally it's quite simple once the secret has been revealed. ... Now I'm not a person who talks that much. In fact sometimes when I come home from work on Sunday mornings, I might not talk with another person the rest of the day. I just want to go home, eat, sleep and then enjoy the rest of the day in peace. I need time to unwind from the week at work and that doesn't mean talking with someone. Oh, there are times when I'll make an out of state phone call on the weekend, but that isn't every week. Well, since I can work in silence and don't think of work as a major social outlet, I've been paired with someone who seems to talk about seventy-five percent of the time that they are at work. Sigh. This person who I shall call Chatter, feels the need to tell me every minute detail of what they did during the day before they came to work, whether or not I want to hear about it. Then if I don't seem that interested, then Chatter will wander off and bother someone else. It drives me insane. Even when I do make a comment, it gets buried under what to to me is an endless stream of nonsense. The signal to noise ratio in what he says is very low. Of course Chatter is oblivious to his behavior. I honestly think that he needs to be talking with someone as often as possible. He might live alone, but when he is there he is either sleeping or has someone over visiting. Being alone or without someone to talk with must be unbearable for him. I never knew that someone could be so dependent on other people. Of course he says that he is very independent. Sigh.
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