The last time your neighbor cut part of your grass instead of staying on their property we discussed it for 45 minutes.
I know every illness of every one of your church members.
And we discussed the fact that the birds were attacking the fig tree for a good half hour.
You began the conversation with a discussion of the artwork in the doctor's office. And then we discussed the change in nursing uniforms for long enough for me to need a bathroom break.
So why is it that you end our conversation with "oh, and your dad has cancer"?