“How long have you lived here?”
“Just moved into the area; transferred. This is a nice bar. I like the rustic décor.”
“Yeah. Pretty popular place.”
“So, where do you work?”
“Company.”
“Huh?”
“Company. We just opened a new office in town. In fact, just last Monday.”
“What company?”
“Company. Company.”
“But which one?”
“Company. C…O…M…P…A…N…Y.”
“Ahh. Okay. Where did you grow up?”
“City.”
“I mean which one. Which city?”
“Sorry. Probably the background noise. Is it too noisy in here for you? I grew up in City. C…I…T…Y.”
“Let me try something else. Did you go to college?”
“Yep. Graduated about ten years ago.”
“Mind if I ask which college?”
“University.”
“Yeah. Okay. Which one?”
“University. U…N…I…V…E…R….”
“Okay. I get it. When you moved here because of your transfer, did you buy a house or condo, or do you rent?”
“Rent for now. Planning to get condo soon if I get a raise.”
“So, where do you rent?”
“Nearby. That’s how I stumbled upon this bar.”
“Oh! I live in this neighborhood, also. Where’s your apartment?”
“Street.”
“Which one?”
“Look. I know we just met, but I have to say I think I’m speaking loud enough for you to hear. Street. S…T…R…E…E…T.”
“Nice meeting you. I have to meet a friend. Maybe, we’ll bump into each other again.” (Thinking: “I hope not”)
“Yeah. See you around.” (Thinking: “Person's got a real hearing problem”)
AND THUS ENDS A PERFECTLY POLITICALLY CORRECT CONVERSATION.