One time I was at a bar, talking to a woman. She’s telling a story, and not doing a very good job of it. And she’s just going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
I got sick of it and asked her, with a completely blank look on my face, “Does this story have an end?”
She got mad and stopped talking to me. I turned back to my beer, my mission accomplished.
Where there’s a will there’s a way. Your mind will come up with a solution, and you just have to go with whatever it is.