I didn't really mind any of this talking, but why does it occur? Why do certain people feel the obsessive need to chat with everyone? I didn't know the woman in front of me, yet she seemed compelled to tell me all sorts of things about her life. She felt compelled to tell the woman in front of her and the checker all about her life. I'm a friendly person, I suppose, but when I'm out at the supermarket or another store or someplace where I don't know people, I don't start blabbing about my personal life. If it's relevant, I'll mention it, and if someone asks, I'll answer, but I don't feel the need to share.
Am I a big jerk? Should we all chat in line and with clerks and with strangers about idiotic things like popcorn ceilings? I sympathize with Jerry Seinfeld during that episode when Kramer takes his picture and hangs it in the lobby. I wouldn't mind if people in my apartment building know me and say hello, but kissing hello and chatting for long periods of time would annoy me. I like exchanging brief greetings, but people, come on! I don't care about your asbestos.
You may now call me evil. Go ahead, I can take it.