Don't talk to me

For whatever reason, all these random strangers felt compelled to talk to me yesterday. It began at brunch, when an older gentleman with a chihuahua in his purse joined the conversation that Puppy and I were having. Completely uninvited. He told us about his BlackBerry, bing.com, Anna Nicole Smith and dead people. I tried not to engage him, but he just didn't give up.

And on the muni, some seemingly homeless dude started telling me about the time he turned around on a crowded train and knocked an old lady down with his backpack. Fortunately, the train was so crowded that she didn't actually fall down.

I'm not sure what it is, but I guess people just want to chat with me lately.