Sicklee wrote:
Spokane_Girl wrote:
Maybe they suck at it too. My mom says lot of people aren't good at it.
No, they can talk the hind legs off a donkey with everyone else.
Maybe that's how they got so good at it. Have you tried practicing on a donkey?
The only time I really encounter small talk anymore is in the checkout line at the store, although I've learned which cashiers are the chatty ones and avoid them. But prior to that, I was buying some stuff at Wal-Mart, including a tub of butter and some sticks of butter. The cashier said "Wow, somebody likes butter, don't they?". I thought she was calling me fat and just smiled a Sheldon-like smile and moved on. When I related this story to my wife, she told me I should have told her (the cashier) that I was baking that day and that's what all the butter was for (which it was). It never occured to me that this was the appropriate response. Why didn't the cashier ask a question about the butter rather than make a bizarre, unfounded statement about my love of butter?