Bill stirred uneasily. His conversation with mike had come to that awkward pause. We all know the one. Each person has been lured into a conversation where they only listened enough enough to make the appropriate response, but not quite enough to remember everything for later, should the conversation caarry out for an extended period. Mike, ever so deviously, had made a conversational u-turn, and was now proceding backwards through the topics. It was only a matter of time until Mike had broken the territorial boundries of Bill's memory.
Note to self thought Bill, avoid conversations with the long winded.
"And that was a mere 23 years after the country united to dethrone Edgar IV. I don't see how the magistrate thought it could possibly work," continued Mike, obviously oblivious to Bill's lack of responses to his sudden backtracking.
Oh god, he's even telling the stories backwards now." Anything to break the seemingly un-interruptable torrent of words from Mike's well-exercised mouth would have been a blessing. If God existed he would take time to end situations like this, then he may actually have a few believers in this world. The little personal insightmade Bill release the slightest of grins.
"Oh, so I see you find the humor in this as well! I dare say that we as a people have come a long way." Bill saw his opening and like any experienced predator, pounced on the opportunity.
"Well, my good chap, riveting conversation, just riveting. But I really must be off. I have a buisness meet around tea time that I really musn't attend tardy. Do you visit this pub often?"
"Each Tuesday and Saturday," words spoken to the empty chair of the man who was sitting adjacent to Mike.
Note to self, though Bill as he boarded the double-decker bus, sleep in on Tuesdays and Saturdays. He paused for a second...then sat in an empty seat towards the back. And I think I'm going to hell...
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