When people have a talent for carrying on a single conversation about unrelated thing

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Myself and My Mother once had a perfectly reasonable intelligent conversation for several minutes before a third person pointed out that we weren’t talking about the same thing.

It was so long ago that I can’t remember it. It was funny though.

A less funny one, but one I can remember happened more recently.

A work colleague announced the news that they are going to remake the film “Short Circuit”.

To which I answered: Oh that’s a good film. Those tiny spaceships were really well made for the age of the movie.

I sensed some slight confusion in those within earhsot, including the person who announced the remake. Equally it confused me how they were talking about animatronics, and how they built a REAL robot.

“Real?! What? Those tiny space ships were made for real?”

They seemed to shrug it off, and we carried on a conversation about it in which my input was partly about how good will tiny spaceships look with today’s CGI.

It was far too late that I realized “Short Circuit” Is the one with the sentient annoying ‘Johnny-5’ Robot, NOT the one with the family of tiny spaceships that give ‘birth’ to even tinier spaceships. That’s “Batteries not included”
DOH!
Anyway, not necesarily about films - have you ever had, or overheard an otherwise intelligent conversation where the topic of conversation was two seperate things (unknown to the other party). What was the longest/most intelligable?

I can’t remember either convo word for word, but I have two examples of that.

– Someone else was talking, and I couldn’t understand how Buddy Holly could have done all the things they said he had when he’d been dead for thirty years. Well, because they’d left the subject of Buddy Holly, and were on to Chuck Berry.

– I was talking and someone else didn’t understand why I thought the younger daughter in Donnie Darko was angsty and pushed into cheerleading against her will by an overbearing mother when she’d rather do modern dance. Well, because I was still talking about American Beauty and the one daughter who did not fit the cheerleader mold despite being one.

If it makes you feel better, when you got to “Short Circuit”, knowing what the post/thread is about, my first thought was “Batteries not included”, too.

I once wrote a short story entitled “The Farmer and The Pimp”, about a mutual misunderstanding of the word “hoe”. Unfortunately I don’t think I can post it here.