I've always enjoyed talking to interesting strangers. But bore asses? Forget it. And I'm pretty good at sizing people up before I make initial contact.
But in the days of old if some weirdo started talking to me I would be friendly and talk back. Not anymore. I've aged if you will. Like how I told people in the movie theater the other month to stop talking. So I was in Victory Beer* the other week and some dude sat next to me and this is what happened...like this was his actual opening statement...
Dude: So I was at the Post Office and they take your picture with the white background. My mom said I had to get the picture taken and then I'll send one to my girlfriend who lives in Guatamala.
(I just keep staring ahead).
Dude: (responding to TV) Man this country is messed up these days man. I don't know how they're gonna turn it around. Right?
(I look at him and just nod. I notice he's got this fucked up eye).
Then he babbles on about things. On and on. Probably said at least seen or eight more things. I don't say a word. In the past I would have talked to the dude because I'm so fucking polite but there's no way I'm going to spend an hour talking to this idiot. So finally...
Dude: (frustration in his voice) You know...You looked like an intelligent guy. I was just trying to have a conversation.
This is when I turned and I swear to God I said this...
Me: I'm sorry. I can't hear. (As if I was deaf).
OH YES I DID!! Case closed!
*And that beer pictured is the Victory Beer "Silver Back". It's a combo of Storm King Stout and Golden Monkey. Pretty darn tasty.