You're mid-sentence explaining why you didn't make it to dinner when your friend interrupts with a completely unrelated comment about their coffee. You restart, get three words in, and they're already nodding while checking their phone. By the time they finally let you finish, you've forgotten what you were saying—but they've somehow managed to tell you their entire life story in fragments. You've become a conversational vending machine that dispenses sympathetic noises while they load more coins.