Small talk. Just the term makes me break out in hives. I loathe it. It's the sole reason why I hate blind dates, job interviews and interacting with the public in general. And don't get me started on telemarketers who start the phone call with, "How are you today, ma'am?" Don't call me ma'am, and don't pretend like you care how I'm doing, because frankly, I'm peeved that you even called in the first place.