Tirade

There are some folks that when you say hello they unleash a tirade of breathless stories all of which are a one way street. There is no receptivity. "My daughter had my dog put to sleep and then lied about it at my mother's funeral," she said, admiring my dog. After ten minutes of this I was like a fish gasping for air. I was both stunned, agitated and bored all at the same time. I tried to imagine a polite way OUT. Finally I said "You're going to have to tell me a happy story." She ignored me, not even laughing. So I just started walking away.