You know the person I’m about to describe.
The one who enjoys talking even when there’s nothing left to talk about.
The one who repeats what there’s nothing left to talk about so they can speak longer about nothing.
The one who sits in a meeting of any type and asks questions that were already answered just so they can feel important and attempt to suck up to whomever in the room has some degree of influence.
The one who goes to a back to school function and asks the teacher a meaningless question because they have a need to introduce and ingratiate themselves to that person and the entire class of parents who just want to move on and get home after a long day.
The one who can turn a thirty-second story into a five-minute ordeal.
The one who doesn’t understand the definition or advantages of brevity.
The one who talks and asks questions during movies.
I’m a pretty patient person but this type of person gives new meaning to the words cruel and unusual punishment.
If I ask you what time it is, I don’t need to know how the clock or watch was made. I just want the time.
Some people don’t get that simple concept. They begin to tell a story and start taking side trips along the way. So instead of a two-minute journey, we have to endure a ten minute odyssey. By the time they get done, I usually forget what the original story was supposed to be about.
This might sound sacrilegious but I feel the same way in church. We have priests that will use the pulpit as a stage and go on for 20-25 minutes, repeating what they already said in different ways. Do they think I’m oblivious to that little trick?
The flip side to this practice are priests that are very effective and to the point in less than ten minutes.
The same holds true in day-to-day life. I am a strong believer in the concept that less is almost always more.
Whenever I’ve been in meetings where there were more than 3-4 people present, very little got accomplished. Primarily because everyone had their own agenda, no one stayed on topic and I usually walked away thinking I Just wasted an hour, or more, of my day.
The old saying is that God gave us two ears and one mouth for a reason.
If there is something that needs to be said, by all means get to the point as quickly as possible before I tune you out completely and think about whether continuing to listen to you or sliding bamboo shoots under my nails is a better alternative.
As legendary Detective Sergeant Joe Friday of Dragnet fame said, “Just the facts, ma’am.”