Predicament

It was another of our quiet evenings together. Just S, me and the TV. In the midst of a very boring movie I went into a monologue about something that was a little more interesting than what was showing on TV. After five minutes of talking non-stop I realized that S was not listening to me at all. I paused and let the exciting fight scene conclude so she could give me her full attention. Then I turned to her and said in hurt voice, “S you’re not listening.” And she said, “Well, You’re not talking.”