My fellow diners were presented as the reciprocal protocol began. We talked about what we did, which he did and what we think of the conference. Stan joined the table as the chicken was served. Had been introduced to me before and we talked briefly during the pre-dinner social. Now he was bombarded with interesting business questions. This would be a lively and interesting debate, I thought. But my hopes faded faster than a melting ice in the desert. Stan realized I was not listening. He did not care what he had to say, I was waiting for his turn to speak. And talk he did, monopolize the conversation at the table with pats on the back soliloquy. That experience made me think. My hopes were raised to believe that someone reflective questions might be interested in the answers. But that is a rare find in this too busy to listen-world. We’re too busy answering our cell phones, control of our blackberries, and publish our instant messages. We so busy that we are not able to communicate. We believe that […]