That awkward moment when you are sitting next to people who gossip too much that you are even scared of leaving them cause you know that you are next.

Oh, sorry. I’m not . . . uh . . . interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I?

I won’t discuss non-discussable things with her, like the sound of silence or the vertical dimensions of an awkward moment. Those sorts of things are best left unsaid, like the last time I told her...