There's a man talking non-stop to his mate
He convinced himself at an early age that continuosly speaking made you look important
He's speaking of nothing important
Things not even important to those in the anectdotes
Their number is called
His mate jumps out of his seat to relieve himself of the banter
He returns with their order
A good once over of the chatterbox reveals that speaking does not make you great
As he is quite unimpressive himself