Do you ever get the feeling that people aren't really listening to you?

This morning I was working hard (aka: starring at my desk), and decided that I should eat the banana I had brought with me in my lunch. I retrieved it from my lunch bag, sat back down at my desk, and tried to open it. For some reason, I could not crack the seal around the top.

You see, with bananas, you can't pull too hard toward one side or another, because you'll mash up the fruit that you wanted to get to in the first place. I even tried the "nick the top with your finger nail to encourage it to tear" trick - nothing. Now, I know a girl who can hold a banana in her two hands, palms facing out, and rip it straight in half without harming the fruit in any way. I've come to the conclusion that that is a great life-skill to posess. I, however, have never been that crafty.

Realizing that I'd have to utilize some sophisticated tool work (aka: a butter knife) to open my morning snack, I left my desk and headed toward the kitchen. En route, I ran into one of the guys who works with our Meals On Wheels program: Richard. Richard is a very nice, very wise man who is always in a cheery mood. Whenever you ask him how he's doing, he'll always reply "I'm blessed!". He says that we're all blessed every single day just to be able to wake up in the morning, so there's never any reason to complain. I don't entirely agree with that, so I think its funny to say "ok" or something equally vague and pointless whenever he asks me how I'm doing.

Anyway, he crosses my path, and our brief conversation went like this:

Richard: Laura! Come shake my hand! How are you doing today?

Me: I can't get my banana open.

Richard: Oh yeah, I heard that! I heard that... right on!

Me: ......

And then our paths seperated us. I don't know if he just didn't hear what I'd said, and assumed I'd said something stupid, or if he just never really listens to me. This may warrent further investigation.