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an awkward conversation Sometimes strangers feel compelled to tell me their life story and I have no idea why this happens. The latest instance of said exchange took place this morning as I was leaving work. About twenty feet from the door, I passed a woman cleaning the carpet with a hand sweeper. I said hello and she said the same to me. Then I asked her how she was today. Usually the response from most people would be the word fine, but that isn't how this woman answered me. Suddenly she felt the need to tell me how she had injured her arm yet had still come into work for just two hours. Despite the pain and limited work time that no one else wanted, she was going to respond to the call of duty. What may have taken a sentence or two to relay took somewhere in the neighborhood of five awkward drawn out minutes to be told by her to me as I slowly edged my way closer and closer to the door in an effort to escape and not seem rude. |