I only dissociate with one co-worker who tells long stories. Something like, “I saw a clown at the grocery store” turns into,

“Yesterday, I drove to the grocery store with my cat in the car because he needs pills. When we got to the store I was grabbing bread for sandwiches. I want to save money making food at home so I make sure to get bread that has a lot of grain. When picking out toppings in the dairy section I saw a clown that knows where Malaysia Flight 370 is. He was next to the American cheese but I prefer Swiss”.