There should be an app for that.
If only there were some way for you to know that despite the noticeable presence of your numerous house guests, the only voice your neighbour can ever hear clearly is your own, you might know that you are some kind of obnoxious, conversation-dominating dillweed.
There you are, blah-de-blah-de-blah for hours at the top of your lungs, your sad, beleaguered friends piping up meekly and seldom, intimidated or perhaps even cowed by your endless, oblivious braying.
You could know, if there were an app for that. The mere press of a button could alert you to such comments as my mother's desperate "Maybe he's talking on the phone."
HE IS NOT.
There you are, blah-de-blah-de-blah for hours at the top of your lungs, your sad, beleaguered friends piping up meekly and seldom, intimidated or perhaps even cowed by your endless, oblivious braying.
You could know, if there were an app for that. The mere press of a button could alert you to such comments as my mother's desperate "Maybe he's talking on the phone."
HE IS NOT.