Blockage

Ok there she is. Just act cool everythings gonna go awesome. Just me and her so there's no way I can mess this up. Ok here she comes,

"hi."

"hi"

Smoooth as an undetected fart.
(Honestly i don't think anyone gives smooth gas; it's coco pops or slippery slope, but alas i digress.)

After some teeming chit-chat, the stagnant ninja of the brain makes its move i.e., the lack of witty communication between brain and mouth function

" *A coherent personal incident*........so what do you think?" she asks.

I think
you're extravagant....
you're exceptional-
you're every word in my vernacular!

"hmmm. yes. i think you're right" I manage to say.

Well tie me to a wheel chair and call me Stephen Hawking, what kind of conversation was I turning this into? I think talking about the trees and the several layers of sclerophyll, chlorophyll, and bore-aphyll would've made for more amusing confabulation to her memory of the recount.
This was not my usual self, where was this blockage coming from?
Awkward? Perhaps

On a side note, why is that when we DO want blockage it never comes?
Why is it that, when the guy on the bus sitting next to me sneezes, he proceeds to go wide nozzle Ajax on my face?
At least make an attempt at blockage?
GOD BLESS YOU AND MAY HE HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL AND GRACE YOU TO A LIFE OF ETERNAL DAMNATION!

Anywho, what to do?
How to rectify a situation like this?
I'm thinking (not that thinking has served me well) I could've done with some Irish car bombs earlier. Blast those Ninjas of the brain.