My supervisor has three kids. One is a senior in college and one is a freshman. The other one is still in high school. Today I had to hear about how the freshman’s dorm lost A/C over the weekend due to the storm. Without using my filter I just blurted out I didn’t care that he didn’t have A/C. She gave me a look and I said that I never had A/C and I walked both ways uphill in the snow when I was in college. I didn’t even go there with the “my parents don’t have A/C in their house and I lived there for years” story.
Then she topped me with the actual walking both ways in the snow because she grew up in a snow-getting state. We returned to talking about her poor, pathetic son who has a box fan and his lack of A/C. I couldn’t take it and repeated that’s too bad–college rooms suck. I refrained from the rest of what I was thinking: College rooms are concrete block boxes that are slightly larger than prison cells. The point of college is not to sit in your room and marvel at the decor.
Besides I’m sick of her interjecting stories about her kids in conversations that don’t warrant another wacky caper starring her children.