a
long-winded explanation, often including
random tangents and/or unnecessary details and sometimes
tainted with an air of defensiveness
So, I was at the drug store, you know the one on the corner of Altisima and Margarita Road, to buy some antifungal cream, but you know, not for anything
gross, I just get these rashes because I work out so much, and the clerk, who looked a lot like that
one actor, you know the one it that movie that was out last year, with the
girl and the car, anyway he was so rude...
OK, I know this is a wexplanation, you assholes, just listen to my story. Anyway...