For two solid hours, the lady sitting next to a man on an airplane had told him about her grandchildren. She told him what they did, where they lived, how clever they were. She had even produced a plastic-foldout photo album of all nine of them.
She finally realized that he was looking very fed up, and that she had dominated the entire conversation.
"Oh, I've done all the talking" she said, "I'm so sorry. Please, tell me... what do you think of my grandchildren?"