Talkers

You've all seen on Seinfeld the episodes about people who speak oddly. There was the low talker, the close talker, and the high talker. 

The worst kind of all, in any curmudgeon's book, is the can't stop 'em talkers. We have caller ID on our phone, and if it's one of these, even my Sainted wife will say "I don't have time for them now."

Some years ago, I was late to a first thing in the morning one-on-one meeting with my boss's boss's boss because as I backed out of the driveway, a local can't stop 'em talker caught me. Yes, her husband had just died that week and she wanted to talk about it, but sheesh, just like Spain's Franco, he would still be dead the next week - we could talk then. 

Even now, there's a guy who walks his dog down our street and if you don't prepare your dodge, you're stuck for like half an hour. Hell, if we pass him as we're driving in, we actually drive straight into the garage and close the door before getting out of the car. 

I know what you're thinking: what weirdos actually WANT to talk to curmudgeons. You see how desperate these people are.