Idle chatter...

I've never been one for idle chatter, and perhaps that's why people think I am a quiet person.

As an example, and I think I might have brought this situation up in prior blogs, a daily ritualistic conversation between myself and my concierge/doorman:

Martin (walking through the lobby of his building after a long day at the office, forces a smile and nods at the concierge, thinking this should suffice as an acknowledgment).
Concierge (looking up and friendly as usual): How are ya?
Martin (thinking nope the nod not good enough, and continuing to walk but always polite): Good thanks and you?
Concierge: Good.
Martin (now almost reaching the hall leading to the elevators): Great.
Concierge (turns to watch Martin walk away): Weather's a little damp isn't it?
Martin (thinking Jesus here we go again, stops and turns): Yup, it's raining, pretty shitty out there.
Martin (making his usual joke about Canadian vs. South African weather): Makes you wonder why my parents chose this country huh? (fake laughs)
Concierge (laughs): Oh well, it looks like it's only spitting though. Spitting's not bad, huh? It's not like it's pouring or anything.
Martin (am I seriously having this conversation): Yeah, I guess not. Anyway have a good night bud.
Martin(turning and walking hears something fading... "They say it's not getting much better this week, but on Thurs....", turns the corner, jumps in the elevator.)

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This blog is taking a week's hiatus while it's creator gets rid of his Canadian winterized glow. Stories upon my return. Sala Gashle (go well).