I asked my coworker what time the meeting was. Twenty-three minutes later, I learned about his daughter's soccer schedule, the traffic on Route 9, why he doesn't trust Google Calendar, and his theory that Tuesdays are "statistically cursed." The meeting was at 2 PM. He'd known this the entire time.

You ask your coworker what time the meeting is. She launches into a fifteen-minute explanation of how the calendar system works, why Tuesdays are traditionally better for scheduling, and the personal journey that led her to accept the invitation in the first place. By the time she exhales, you've forgotten the original question and suspect she has too.