That's my newest go-to comment on just about everything. "Did you know that so-and-so has moved to Timbuktu?" B will say. "I don't care!" I will shoot back. 'Cause I don't.
These days, I have to focus on the little bits of minutia and data I need to remember in my ever-shrinking brain because they're important to me. Stuff to do with my kids or grandkids, getting B's next batch of pills ready, finding my bathing suit, towel and goggles, checking to see if I'm out of wine. You know, important stuff.
So, when I was in line at the bank the other day -- because their on-line system is for computer PhDs only -- I was more than a little annoyed by the guy behind me who started up a conversation. "I don't care!" I almost screamed. In the space of about 10 minutes I knew this guy's entire life story. Where he was born, how long he'd lived in Cochrane, where he had just vacationed, all his ailments, aches and pains, where he gets his hair cut, what his dog did this morning, what his departed sainted wife was like....and on-and-on-and-on!
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| I don't care!! |
Why do some people feel the need to vomit up their lives to complete strangers? Don't worry, I was unfailingly polite and feigned sincere interest because that's how I was reared, but I just wanted to get to the teller, do my business and get the hell out of there.
So, with apologies to that guy in line, "I don't care!"
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