forgetting how to talk to people

It's not always possible to do the make-sure-there's-something-more-nickable-parked-nearby thing. An abandoned bent-wheeled thing was the nearest other bike but the spot meant I could see it through the window of the restaurant in which I was meeting and eating with former colleagues. I couldn't see it through the window of the pub round the corner (in which I was reluctantly allowed to only have an orange juice) but we weren't there for very long as it was impossible to speak over the quiz taking place, which could easily have been conducted without amplification.