I hate when you run into an acquaintance [at a party, on the street or at the urologist’s office] and when you ask them how they are (because that is the polite thing to do), they respond with, “Ugh. [SIGH] Not good.” AND THEN they proceed to go into a goddamned monologue about their chlamydia scare, the “photos” on the internet and Joe, their cheating ex-fiancé.