Smile and Nod
His small talk skills were so small that his coworkers called him, “The Interrogator.” If he didn’t know you, he’d assault you with a barrage of questions — basic questions, harmless questions, questions that led nowhere. [INSERT EXAMPLES HERE.] If the answers were satisfactory, he’d start in with a more probing line of queries. [“SATISFACTORY”? “PROBING”? UNPACK / ELABORATE / EXEMPLFY.] The more answers you volunteered, the more intimate and/or bizarre the questions became. [“INTIMATE”? “BIZARRE”? UNPACK / ELABORATE / EXEMPLFY.] From beginning to end, this was how he’d make “friends”… and then lose them. From beginning to end… the span of which could be an hour or less… “friendships” forged and shattered. It takes him quite a while to learn his lesson — several decades, in fact. That is, the lesson of keeping your damn trap shut. Having learned it (the hard way * ), he isn’t, as he once was, spurned quite so frequently. No, now, instead of annoying, he’s merely boring. 30 May 200...