A guy I work with likes to tell stories. He likes to tell me about his son. But he always starts in the middle of the tale. Like I know what came before and other useful information that assists with understanding, and I'm always like: "What are you talking about?!!"
It's like starting a new book on page 147.
Perhaps he's rebelling against clarity? Maybe he just enjoys seeing all the puzzled and confused expressions on my face?
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