Small talk. Pointless conversations. It’s all noise on top of noise on top of noise. I can’t stand being part of conversations that don’t go anywhere and don’t mean anything. If I’m not learning something profoundly interesting about you or sharing something incredibly interesting about me, then I want out. All I can hope is that there’s at least one other person out there who understands.
I had to think, but I might have a solution. We have smart phones, so why not smart food? If my quinoa started talking back to me, it would certainly make a difference.
Hmmm, if I pay a therapist, all I get is talk. So I’m thinking therapists with benefits! No, not sex. More like pepperoni. Or pastrami, steamed and done right.
But fast food should be banned from speaking. Smart Fast food? I’ve got enough problems already.