It was Tuesday and Jim was talking to me about his cat again.
This time... he was pretty worked up. Apparently “Smokey” had been behaving badly and had clawed his favorite couch. Jim’s eyes locked into mine and his wild hand gestures swung in front of me like an over-caffeinated mom doing Zumba as he re-lived the incident. I was a prisoner to another one of his cat stories.
The exciting life of a 20 something white collar worker.
After attempting to act interested, I quickly exited the conversation at the first opportunity.
Normally, one of Jim’s animated cat stories would have derailed my workday, but today was different. Today his ridiculous story just bounced off of me.
What was different?