Incessant Talkers Bother Me

incessant talkers bother me. I leave the room upon their arrival, not caring if I hurt their feelings, for I know they do not notice, it always being about them, they do not see others. I do not enter the room if they are pre-there. no sense in it, as whatever you say they can top, and will. It happened to them sixteen times more often, and harder, they were pulled out of their car by two jaws of life. it is irritating to me when I am almost finished with a story, and one plunks down, interrupting the punchline, with a banality that exasperates. maybe worse, it annoys me that no one asks me what the punchline was, so it is not like anyone else cared any way. I love the ones who share their money woes, and their family woes, and their woe-woe-woes. teaching us not to share any information with them, possibly this is why the room clams shut upon their arrival. the last one never has rent money, or groceries. always begging for money or a check, perpetually pleading with anyone on social media to bring her something. she always carries in a sixteen dollar lunch from Uber, there is a five dollar upcharge. i wish I was talking weekly. I am talking daily. I wonder if her grandmother who is still working at age 71, and sending her check has any idea about these astronomically expensive lunches?