On and on and on

I don't intentionally eavesdrop, but sometimes people are so close in a coffee shop you'd have to wear ear plugs to not listen. She went on and on and on. Two women, possibly her mother and an aunt--older by a generation plus some--listened patiently as the proud mommy blathered every detail of her high school son's graduation week, his girl friend, his sports, and search for a college. Finally one of the older ladies got up for a refill; then the other. Proud Mommy didn't miss a beat. "Well, anyway," she said as they returned. "On Thursday. . . " and "then on Friday. . . " "Well, then I told him. . ."