- So, what do you think about (mumbles)?
Ah sorry, what did you say?
I said, what do you think about (mumbles)?
I'm desperately trying to understand you.
I'm like playing it over and over again in my mind.
I'm looking for context clues,
and I still have no idea what you just said.
So I'm just gonna nod...
and say, "Yeeaah..."
But any way, what do you think about that?
Oh, sorry, I was thinking about the embarrassing thing
I said a half hour ago,
and it's basically all I can think about anymore.
I'm pretty sure it's the only thing
you'll remember about me.
Oh, hey, friend of a mutual friend.
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Hey...
Uhh...
You know, we've been acquaintances,
barely,
for the last 10 years
because of our mutual friend.
The thing is, we've never had a conversation,
I don't know anything about you,
I'm not even really sure what your name is.
And this is gonna become strikingly apparent to you
now that we're unexpectedly one-on-one.
Is there anybody who can save me right now?
So then I did this thing and then I did this other thing,
and then this other thing happened and Jason was there.
This conversation has been going on
about 20 minutes too long.
For the last half hour,
all I've done is nod and say, "Uh huh."
I'm clearly disinterested.
How can you keep going?
And then the doctor said it's probably nothing at all.
It's probably just dermatitis.
I was worried about nothing.
Even when I excused myself to go to the restroom
and spent 15 minutes in there,
a clear indication that I wanted to get away from you,
there you were waiting right outside the bathroom door.
Who does that?
And you know, I was in Minnesota for like 10 days.
It's pretty flat up there except for this one place.
There's a lot of hills.
You're a psycho.
You know, I'm really glad
we finally had this 10 minute conversation
because I've been mentally rehearsing it
for about three weeks.
Everything went better than expected.
(smooth jazz music)