Quiet talkers: I will never understand why they insist on using the “inside voices” of tiny mice when loud(ish) music is playing, a meter counter space is between us, and one or two roaring coffee steamers are going off right next to my little ears. I make eye contact and even lean forward onto the counter to hear them, but so often they don’t get the hint. When it really bad and I am especially impatient I catch myself (passive aggressively) making a little cup with my hand to siphon what words I can hear and piece together their order.

I can’t get past this, I feel like Jerry Seinfeld or something, picking at a character trait but I don’t see how people don’t just pipe up. Why can’t they be an observational participant in the socializing I am forcing myself to do. Make this easy on me guys.

Days like this just make me want to get my Masters ASAP and be a Librarian finally. That may be the only place where I would want to hug a non-observant quiet talker.