So I was out in Elberta, UT, "cow country" for those of you from the city. It is was OUT there friends, we are talking 1 hour and a 1/2 from modern civilization.
After I had finished my work there, a man approached and said that his wife had dropped him off at work that morning, but he was "in charge" of finding a ride home, and wondered if I could give him a lift.
This is awkward for a couple reasons. First, who leaves their spouse to find away home an hour and half away? And who asks a perfect stranger to drive them home? And who in their right mind would consent to drive that perfect stranger home?
Before we proceed with this story I must tell all my gentle readers that I am not a "talker". I am a great listener and am extremely good at making sarcastic quips, but "chatty", I AM NOT.
I have 7 really solid conversation starters, but once I have maxed those seven questions out, I am done. If people like to talk, these questions are great and usually can fill silent space for about 2 hours. After that...it is uncomfortable silence...which I cannot stand or tolerate.
So we start driving and within, oh I don't know, 5 minutes into the drive I have maxed out my 7 conversations starters, and are sitting in absolute silence...loud, uncomfortable silence.
So I start panicking and sweating, because I am not sure what to do. So I just started some rapid fire questions, hoping that something would land and a conversation would ensue.
"What is your family like?"
"Do you like Star Trek or Star Wars?"
"What kind of TV shows do you like?"
To which he responded:
"I like Dr. Who."
"I don't like to watch TV. I like to read instead."
So now I feel such terrible anxiety about the awkward silence happening in my Corrolla that I have sweat through all my clothes, my heart is racing. I just want to open my car door and roll onto the freeway, because that actually might feel better then the socially awkward experiment happening in my car.
"Why isn't this man trying to talk to me?"
"Why isn't he asking his 7 conversation starters?"
I was kind of mad at him, nay, I was furious at him.
So I finally dropped my little friend off at a family activity at Thanksgiving Pointe.
After he shut the door he gave me a dollar for gas and said, "Thanks for the ride. I really enjoyed getting to know you."
To which, I responded, "Thanks friend, I had a great time too. If ever you need another ride, please let me know."
I love that in my ability to be polite, I completely set myself for another day of awkward silence. To which I am happy to report happened the following day.
Solid work, Robierto, Solid work.