being interrupted
You finally get your colleague alone to tell them about the disaster with the spreadsheet. You open your mouth. They nod encouragingly. You take a breath and say, "So I was thinking—" and they're already three sentences into their theory about what went wrong, speaking with the confidence of someone who's never actually opened the file. You stand there realizing you've become a set piece in their monologue, like a hat rack that occasionally makes eye contact.
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