I took an instant dislike to her.She was babbling about crispy or not crispy base for the pizza she was ordering. "is that crispy" she asked pointing at the pizza underconstruction. "thats crispy" she was told. "well i wont have crispy then".Then she turned to me. "I see they got you too" she chuckled.I knew what she was talking about. She was referring to the discount coupon i had in my hand. I played confused. "excuse me?""they came to our door too, selling them, we bought one too.""oh" i said, "I renewed mine, I always have these discount cards.""really, this is our first one" she prattled, "we have never had a Dial-a-Dinos Pizza before. What are they like?"I looked at her, then at the pizza mm mmm boy and said "they taste like shit, but at least they are cheap"okay. so why do i feel the need to share this little story. Because I wish people wouldn't just talk to me all the time. I don't think I look in need of a good chat or swift company, I am quite happy flirting it the mm mm pizza boy and I don't need to enter into a coupon discussion, which brings out my smartarse side and exposes me for the grumpy person I am in front of mm mm pizza boys.Of course, this doesn't work both ways. Oh no no no. When I want to make dribbly conversation with complete strangers, I expect to be able to. Case in point. I was at a cafe, standing behind an elderly looking gentleman who was ordering a pie for lunch. The woman serving him asked if he preferred tomato sauce or tamerillo sauce with his pie... so I had to butt in and suggest he chose the tamerillo. He half-turned very slowly, and looked at me. I continued to tell him about my Grandfather and his grove of tamerillo trees, and his recipe for making said sauce and how absolutely delicious it was and how it was so superior to tomato. He just looked at me for a slow second or two, then turned back to the woman."Tomato" he said to her. I was considering the tamerillo but this young woman has changed my mind.What the hell?