There is one particular park in my city that my kid loves to play at. It's by far the most elaborate and impressive, so it's hard to avoid going there sometimes. But whenever we go, my wife and I often encounter a very, very chatty older Polish guy who has lived an exhilarating life of travel, mountain climbing, and spelunking.
His adventures were interesting to hear about the first time we encountered him. But now every time we run into him he spends the better part of an hour just overwhelming us with tales of his adventures with mild occasional racism peppered throughout, with very few (if any) openings to speak or change the subject. You can only say, "Oh, wow.", "Really?", "Woah, that's crazy..", and "Wow, I didn't know that.." so many times before it takes a heavy toll on your body and mind.
There is no off-ramp with the Polish Adventurer. He is there to climb you.