Sitting across a manager type at lunch, I smile and offer her some of mine. She smiles back and politely declines. Lost in my thoughts, I then proceed to devour my food. She does likewise. No more words are said until the plates are wiped clean, at which point we exchange a couple of lines about work and go our respective ways.Realization: Need to learn the art of making small talk. Tips anyone?
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