Small Talk

Small Talk

I confess to say, I live for small talk. I will take any opportunity, I don’t mind your race, religion, sexual orientation or if you’re a Junkie. Well, that last one was purely by accident and it’s generally worked out well for me. Until it doesn’t.

Last week I was in a neighbouring suburb at my weekly appointment when waiting outside a cafe for my medicine to arrive in my Keep Cup. Yeah, get one, they’re great.

While waiting I participated in some friendly chatting with an elderly man sitting waiting for his medicine. My brand-new carer I had met just that morning arrived to stand beside me and another older woman joined the man at the table. He told her he had already ordered and I took the opportunity to whisper to my carer that I presumed the other woman was also a carer. I gave my evidence for why I had come to that conclusion and she agreed. The shirt she was wearing screamed she worked for the council and she wore a lanyard. She in question had her head in her phone. Case in point.

Anyway, the conversation with the elderly man I don’t know, how he went to a previous Australian Prime Minister before my time and he was very grumpy that, that Prime Minister had done three particularly terrible things that had not been to his liking. I attempted to appease him, not particularly needing to get into a debate about politics by suggesting all politicians don’t please everyone. Let’s just hope they do more good than harm. But he wasn’t done and I have no idea how this next happened, but he mentioned Hitler. Like WTF just happened?

I mentioned this to my chiropractor who I see in this area weekly, her hand reached towards me asking “are you ok?” I explained I was but just didn’t know how I’d gotten myself into this conversation without seeing it coming.

So, how did I extract myself from this man’s company I hear you ask? I first thought I should explain to him we should both be able to agree that HITLER was EVIL! (Note: not a question?) But he was not done! FFS!

He informed me Hitler had only received 40% of the vote. He had just managed to get people to follow him and do as he wanted. I guess he was saying Hitler had charisma. But he was not done. But I was. I turned to my carer and I asked her to check on my coffee. They had left it waiting for me inside.