The Unmastered Art of Small Talk

Whenever I leave my cubicle, there is always the chance I will be confronted with an awkward conversation that usually encompasses topics in the following range:

a) The weather (It’s too cold. It’s too rainy. It’s too nice to be working).

b) The state of our being (How are you? Good. How are you. Fine…blank looks).

c) Appearance (I like your __hair, clothes, shoes__).

I will admit that I highly suck at small talk, but the worst and most offensive small talk happens in the ladies restroom.  Why oh why do some ladies insist on talking to me while I’m in the stall. It’s one thing if we’ve been drinking all night, but in the office I’d rather do my business discreetly and get the hell out of there. Am I right or am I being weird here?

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About Restless Cube Dweller

Most of my adult life has been defined finding homes in unconventional places, and learning to interact positively with others. I've lived in the middle of nowhere, in small cities, in large cities, in the suburbs, and now in Dubuque, Iowa. This blog represents my musings about growing up, moving on, finding love, and eating well in the suburbs and beyond.
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2 Responses to The Unmastered Art of Small Talk

  1. flatonmyface says:

    yes. you are right. small talk is awkward enough without the tinkle…or worse….blowouts happening in the next stall.

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