I have a coworker who can be described as none other than a Trapper Keeper. If you are lucky enough to walk away or have the phone ring within the first minute of her story, you'll be okay for about 3 hours. Until she strikes again. However, if you make the mistake of letting the conversation run beyond one minute, you'll be trapped for the next 15.
I really wonder what makes a person think you have the free time to listen to 15 minutes of nonsense, twice a day, everyday. Sometimes more. That shit adds up over time, and before you know it, we're all behind. Brevity is truly a lost art.
I try to avoid Trapper Keepers at all costs. If I spot one in the grocery store, I'll duck off down an aisle and hide behind a display. When I see them at work, I pretend someone called my name and make a hard left down a row of cubicles. If, however, I become entangled with one of these people, all I can do is hope and pray some divine presence intercedes and frees me from the web.