Kimblee, I laughed.
(And bless LadyTwo for sticking up for Boy, misguided as her attempt was!)
BG: Crowded pub. Some friends and I ended up sitting with, and chatting to, a couple we vaguely knew: 'John' and 'Becky'.
John, some years before, had his left leg amputated below the knee after a particularly nasty motorbike crash. He gets around with a stick and prosthetic leg, and chats quite readily about it.
Becky is the most tedious conversationalist in the entire world
. The monologuing-on-pet-subjects, word-in-edgeways-blocking, verbal equivalent of a slow-motion tank - ponderous, relentless, and instilling in bystanders the urgent wish to run far, far away as quickly as possible...
I got stuck talking with Becky. By "talking with", I mean "spending two hours politely nodding and smiling at".
A very long
Exchange after John and Becky had said their goodbyes and departed:
Friend: "Hey, how did John say he lost his leg, again?"
Me: "Probably chewed it off to escape..."