Oh no – they ARE talking about yesterday’s Beyonce’s performance at MTV awards in this tiny crammed room, and about sports afterwards. And ask my opinion. And as usual I have nothing to offer.
The unmissable tabloid covers outside the subway is the extent of my knowledge, which I awkwardly share (yes, I’ve seen them).
I would be happy to talk to them about the soft robot octopus they just developed and speculate about the causes for ridiculous drug prices in this country. But maybe I should just go have my lunch outside on my own instead.
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