“He talked about himself for a solid hour,” she said.
“It was annoying,” she complained.
She’d invited him to lunch in an effort to build a relationship, so that he might refer cases to her.
Later that day I happened to visit her website, looking for her email address. I scanned from page to page reading the text.
Incredibly, the pages on her site amounted to little other than talking about herself. It didn’t take me an hour to read it all, but it took long enough.
It was annoying.
