the duration of my cigarrete

i was sitting on hard cold surfaced bench, i had decided to sit down to have a smoke but mainly because it was a beautiful sunny winter day and the bench was one of the few spots in the shopping street where it shone

she sits next to me, a perfectly normal looking woman, in her 40s, well dressed, with some lastest fashion statements and shiny jewlry
she asks a random question and starts talking, pretty much non stop, and with very little cohesion throws a speech the duration of my cigarrete
she was operated from the back but still suffers from it, she just bought this beautiful pair of trousers for 20 euros, after taking two sleeping pills last night she woke up because she was hungry but (instead of eating) she had some magnesium pills, her petit ami hasn't called her and claims that the network from switzerland (from all places) is not very good, his coat was stolen from the office! can you imagine...... and on and on

it is actually not the first time that it happens to me, a woman decides she can open up with me and i am informed about her life and miracles at the speed of light
which i reckon it's a lot nicer than one of my friend who has a magnet for inoffensive but drunk boring men of a certain age, you go to a bar with her, and that's it!