as i was getting closer to the front door, i noticed “that one guy” who works for the apartment complex. he was walking toward me. he said, “hi, how are you today?” i kept going and said, “hi, i’m alright.” i got in the door before it went any further.
sometimes you get this feeling like people are waiting for their opportunity to talk your ear off. it’s a bad thing when you’re the listener. it’s even worse when you try very hard not to hurt their feelings, but all you really want to say is: “fuck the fuck off.”
now, i will admit that sometimes i bring it on myself by being too friendly. i find that if i give the impression that i don’t want to talk to anyone, i usually have better days.
however, there is the flipside of that coin, which involves grocery store lines. 80% of the time, the checkout clerk is a little too friendly. i’ve had everything from being told about the clerk’s dead mother’s drinking problems to being shown a picture of a goth outfit complete with black robe and chains. i do my best to politely walk away from the insanity, and make a mental note never to return to that location.
oh gawd! that checkout lane is the worst!!! I hate when the insane lady or freaky one eye bigger than the other, guy in front or behind us starts up an insane conversation about absolutely nothing to do with anything going on around us. Even worse, some of those fucking freaks and wierdo’s start to sing when they’ve finished their conversations with themselves, in my direction.
All you really need to do is turn the tables. As soon as they realize you’re capable of being even more obnoxious than them they’ll go blank like a dear in headlights, giving you th3e perfect opportunity to escape.