I teach sixth grade, so the 3 sixth-grade teachers and I eat lunch together, along with one or two others from different grade levels. One woman teaches writing to all three grades (6,7,8) and eats lunch with us every day. The problem is she simply dominates the whole conversation. She'll start telling a story about her young son's baseball game, or how her aunt's best friend's cousin bought a house in Kansas City that looks like this-n-such, or Here are the things I bought on my last shopping trip. One time, she told us she and her husband had started watching Breaking Bad, and guess what? I'll never get to watch one episode even if I wanted to, because she spent 15 minutes telling every detail of every show and spoiling all the plot points. I have started not eating with them because it's so annoying. Plus, I always assume no one wants to hear more than a sentence or two about my life; why can't they see we're just not that interested in theirs? I swear, one time it took her ten minutes to answer the question, "Where did you find those cookies in Wal Mart?" She practically started at the birth of Christ and 10 minutes later, we knew exactly which aisle, shelf and behind which other box to find them. As Jerry Clower would say, "Just shoot up here amongst us; one of us has got to have some relief!"