Last week, I arrived in Toronto during a snow storm and the limousine which was supposed to pick me up was late. When it finally arrived, it turned out there was another person waiting for the same company. Since he was already growing icicles on his nose, the driver took pity on him and I ended up sharing the backseat with a stranger called Chris.
My friends know that my smalltalk abilities aren't worth mentioning, but over the years I've learned to cope with what Joerg calls 'aggressive friendliness'. It's quite easy actually. If you want somebody to stop talking, talk yourself. So,…