My desk is right beside the break room at work. Right now, I am listening to two engineers talk about football. This is pretty much a daily occurrence.
Have I ever mentioned that I hate football? Because I do. Loathe it. Probably about as much as people hate Hitler or terrorism or people who kill babies. These guys can talk for an hour straight (longer, I presume but they are limited by their allotted lunch time) about a game, a team, a coach, what's-his-face that plays for that team, missed passes. It makes me want to rip out my ear canals.
And then I'm told that if I don't like this sort of talk, I will not get married. Bull. Pies. I will find a man capable of intelligent conversation, thankyouverymuch.