I know a few boring facts. I'm aware they're boring, so I just sprinkle them in every once in a while. Usually the response is something along the lines of "sure, whatever" and then we move on. Sometimes though, I make the mistake of sharing this boring fact with someone who actually finds it fascinating and knows even more boring facts about the subject.
A few weeks ago I mentioned to Mary there were cement trucks outside my window. I said something about Archimedes' principle. She responded appropriately with "uh huh. So the new Harry Potter comes out soon." But then I made the mistake of telling someone else about the cement trucks. The fact that I knew this one thing about cement trucks meant to him that I must be thirsting for knowledge about cement. Ugh.
All of a sudden I heard "blah blah blah continuous pour, which means blah blah sssrrreeeeeeeeettttcccccchhhhh Donald Trump's book." What? Luckily I knew better than to actually ask that audibly, because he would have repeated himself, which is not what I mean by what. I think you know what I mean.
It has taught me a valuable lesson to keep my boring facts to myself. Or at least to only unleash them on people I know; people who will not pile on even more boring facts on top. Also, there are a bunch of cement trucks outside my window again. I really hope that guy was done with his cement knowledge.
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