Why Don’t You Come Over More Often?

I just came back from an acquaintance’s house.  Her sister was visiting from out of town, and she invited me over… adding that I don’t come to visit often enough.  

What’s “interesting” about this visit was… every time I started to talk, one of the sisters would interrupt me, turn to the other and say, “That reminds me about the time when we….”

And the two would continue their conversation, forgetting about me and my unfinished story.

This didn’t happen once, twice, or three times.  It happened throughout the visit with them.  I never could finish one story with them.

• They’d ask me a question, I’d start to answer, which jogged their memory about something else, and they’d go off chatting about that “something else.”
• They’d ask me a question, and just as I begin to answer, they’d ask the other what else she wanted to eat.
• They’d ask me a question, I’d start to answer, and they’d get up and walk off into another room, because they were tired of sitting at the table. 

How did the afternoon end?  Well… they asked me a question, and just as I started to answer, the phone rang and both of them got on the phone to talk to the caller.

It was then that I got up, waved my goodbyes, and headed out the door.

I wonder... why don’t I go over there more often?

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