"Hell of a night to have to go in. Christmas Eve and all. But I guess you know that, right?"
"I'm on the way home. My wife's cooking ham. It's my favorite, especially the way she does it. Country fried, the southern way. Salty. Melts in your mouth. She takes—"
"Listen, I don't wanna be rude here, but I'm sort of trying to get into my game night headspace here, okay? Nice to meet you and all. Just have to concentrate."
"Sure, hey, I understand. No problem. Have a good one."