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A couple of my random stranger conversations have been pretty memorable. One that comes immediately to mind was a mostly one-sided exchange on the DC Metro about five years ago. A guy I'd never seen before randomly decided to tell me about his lost hat:
"I lost my hat." "Oh." "I just bought it a few days ago." "I'm sorry." "It's kind of upsetting!" "I'll bet." "I pay FIVE DOLLARS for something and then I LOSE it!" To my relief, he got off the train just as he said that last line, which I have since used as my sig line on a number of boards including this one.
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You and I must have gotten our tatoos at the same place, mrs.hi-c... except mine shows up when I'm out at a club.
I can't tell you how many times I've been in the ladies room washing my hands or fixing my hair, and I'll get some idiotic dimwit who starts drunkenly babbling her life story at me. I usually smile politely and excuse myself as fast as I can, but I've had them follow me back to my table and continue their "schpeech" to the point where I need to be almost rude to get them to leave.
Now that Washington has joined the ranks of no-smoking-inside-clubs, it's even more fun going outside in the crappy weather and "socializing" with people I don't know. I'm not a snob, I'm really very friendly, but I just don't get people who share their most intimate details with a complete stranger.
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I don't mind chitchat with someone like a hairdresser, as long as there is some give and take. I don't want to listen to someone jabber for 45 minutes solid.
OTOH, I once had a massage therapist insist on trying to draw me out of myself for an entire hour long session. She asked me detailed questions about everything from my political affiliation to my religious beliefs, and then wanted to banter about it. I was more uptight when I left then when I went in.
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I had a delivery guy once go on and on about deeply personal things. Like how he wasn't happy in his marriage, and how his wife nags him all the time and bosses him around (she runs the business he delivers for). And then he went on and on about how disappointed in his children he was because they were "shacking up" instead of getting married. Then he told me how his doctors have told him he has only a few years to live.
I felt sorry for him, but I was really uncomfortable being the brunt of this outpouring of emotion. I don't know if he just felt like he needed to vent to somebody, or what was going on. He's been my delivery guy for ages and he's never acted that way before.
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Right after posting the OP, I went to lunch.. and guess what, I got a chatty server! In a thick New Jersey accent, he proceeded to tell me "not to take the good things for granted. If you have a talent, use it, never forget that you've got it." (Imagine the accent here...) I nodded politely. "Imagine, fer a sec, that you're a Mercedes Benz. Now if you've got a turbocharger, that mebbe adds a hundred horse power. If you keep that it in shape, keep it clean, you'll go really fast. Now, you want strawberry? I'm outta vanilla." I nod. He hands me my ice cream. "Here ya go, sweetheart. Have a nice day." Not creepy, or very annoying, just kinda strange. The Mercedes Benz seemed like kind of a non-sequiter. Oh well- my cafeteria seems to get some interesting characters working there, and that's cool by me usually.
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My wife & I once went shopping for furniture and the salesman started on a rant about his ex-wife and how she was screwing around and taking all his money (that's why he was working at a funiture store). It was rather uncomfortable for us. We kinda backed out of the store and left. I am not sure how much furniture he could sell with a technique like that (we didn't get anything and actually never went back to the place). We do drive by it now and then and laugh about it ("Remember when...").
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I hate one of the cashiers at the grocery store I frequent. She feels the need to comment on everything I buy. On top of that, she's really SLOW! One of these days I'm gonna go through her line with tons of condoms, beer, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream... just to see what she says.
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quote:Originally posted by Little Pink Pill: OTOH, I once had a massage therapist insist on trying to draw me out of myself for an entire hour long session. She asked me detailed questions about everything from my political affiliation to my religious beliefs, and then wanted to banter about it. I was more uptight when I left then when I went in.
In general, I don't care for conversation during a massage. I have a lifelong friend who's an LMT, and when she gives me a massage, we'll talk. But anybody else can just hush up and give me the massage.
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Maybe a bit TMI warning! Maybe a bit TMI warning! Maybe a bit TMI warning! Maybe a bit TMI warning!
This one is from my SIL. She went to a hairdresser to get her hair cut & styled. She was the only customer there. There were two stylists. So she is getting her hair worked on while these two stylists talk about VERY personal things. For example, one said she went to a tanning place and got her nipples burned. She proceeded to pull her top up to SHOW the other stylist how badly her nipples were burned . As my SIL put it, "I am really not into other women's breasts...".
I went to that place for years afterwards and it never happened to me.....
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I do not like to talk to strangers, usually. I think it comes from being somewhat shy and not easily able to make conversation sometimes. Then there are the times when I just don't feel like making small talk (which is kinda often).
I used to be the front desk operator at my job, so people would constantly be yapping my ears off all day! Now, I only do it for an hour a day (to cover the regular operator's lunch) and it's still annoying!
Usually it's the security guards we have in the office. I know their job is pretty boring, but I actually I have work to do! Stop bothering me!
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I have always had hairdressers with whom I felt rather a repoire, so we chat during the haircut. It's pleasant. If I had one with annoying habits I would find someone else, I guess.
The weirdest stranger talking to me thing I ever had, was a cow-irker who I really barely knew - I was a receptionist at a security company and she was one of the crt monitors - and my first week on the job, we were in the break room and she starts telling me that even though she comes with her husband during sex, still, when she looks at other guys, she gets horny.
Just out of the blue. We weren't having a particular deep conversation and I certainly hadn't indicated in any way that I wanted a Dr. Ruth moment!
Those were her exact words, and since I personally have NEVER spoken that frankly about myself to anyone in my life including my best friend, I just...stared and said, "oh."
GADS!!! Talk about too much information and needing brain bleach!! ICK!
I don't understand why she felt compelled to share that with me - it's not like we hit it off immediately (or ever, in fact) like you do with some people.
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I was in this situation with one of the custodians here. I tend to stay late to work on stuff (and post on snopes). He would come into my office, plant himself in my guest chair and start talking. About how he has MS. About a ton of things. I also found out from other custodians (see, I am friendly, really I am) that he was prone to exaggeration if not outright lies.
The final straw, though, was the night I left at the time that my day is officially done and got flack about "sneaking out early". A. It wasn't early. B. Even if it was, I am on salary, so I can leave whenever the hell I want to, as long as I get my work done.
I started simply looking intently at whatever I was working on and giving brief nods. Now I get a rather chilly "ma'am". But I didn't want to get involved in his medical problems.
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quote:OTOH, I once had a massage therapist insist on trying to draw me out of myself for an entire hour long session. She asked me detailed questions about everything from my political affiliation to my religious beliefs, and then wanted to banter about it. I was more uptight when I left then when I went in.
My dad goes to a sort-of-kind-of-chiropractor (a little different, and she hates being referred to as a chiropractor) who does something similar.
Occasionally I will go with him (maybe twice a year) to get my wonky shoulder and back nicely aligned, and it's often similar to torture talking to her. She is Israeli, but she happens to be a racist, and insists on discussing the Israeli-Palestinian conflict all the time, referring to Muslims as members of a terrorist religion. She thinks all Muslims can't be trusted and are evil and want to kill all Israelis. She couldn't handle that idea that I was dating a non-Jew at one point (my dad told her). She constantly debates my left-wing stance on all sorts of things.
It's a shame she's so amazing at what she does. My back never feels better than right when I leave her office. Otherwise I'd tell her off. But she's also one of those "In my day - set-in-her-ways" old people.
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People do this to me all the time. And then they say something like: "I don't know why I told you all that, I just felt compelled to share..."
I feel like saying, "Our time is up, that'll be $150, pay the receptionist."
MapleLeaf- "sort-of-kind-of-chiropractor", is she an austiopath? (sp?)
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To me, there is a huge difference between getting in a conversation with someone you don't know and having someone talk at you about their life. Unfortunately, I'm not the greatest conversationalist with people I don't know, whenever I do get into a decent, back and forth conversation, it's usually pleasant, assuming I have nothing better to do. But that's totally different from someone just coming up and talking about their problems. I know some people just have things they have to get out to someone, but that doesn't change the fact that it's almost always annoying. Unless they really have interesting to say, or are simply a funny human being. So I guess I have something of a double standard (random people who talk at me annoy me...unless I like them). But whatever.
Like New Years Eve (morning) year before last...I was in NYC and missed the train out by like 2 minutes, and had to wait like an hour and a half till the next one came. Which was at five in the morning. This guy came up to us, started talking, and at first I was put off, but he was really a good guy, reasonably interesting, and humorously intoxicated. He was talking about his problems, which would normally be annoying, but you could tell he was just a really good guy who'd been hurt by someone he really liked. Just a good guy to talk to and pass the time with, even if he did most of the talking. So basically...yeah.
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quote:Getting your hair takes significantly longer, and it would be odd, IMO, if the stylist did it all without speaking to you except to say, "tilt your head forward" and "how does it look?"
I agree that it would be odd, and my experience dating a stylist (and chatting with her stylist buddies) confirms such. However, I am odder still, and prefer to get my haircuts in quiet. I like the occasions when the stylist seems to comprehend that I am in no mood to talk, and I only get the standard questions. About a decade ago, when I started paying for my own haircuts regularly, I began using the level of silence as an unofficial barometer for the level of tip, at times (although I always do tip something). OTOH, had my former SO not chatted me up, I'd have never been in that relationship, so there, me....
As for general strangers, not to drag on and on, just this weekend I had an older gentlemen approach me in a grocery store parking lot carrying a large flat stone shaped vaguely like an arrowhead. After nudging me into noting the resemblence, he proceeded to display a great deal of amazement. Apparently, he found it in that form buried somewhere, or something. I stopped listening after he followed me to the other side of my car, where I bid him a firm yet friendly "have a good one." Lonely guy, maybe?
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I agree that hairstylists (and bartenders in some situations) shouldn't be lumped in with some of the other examples. I would find it weird if my stylist didn't talk to me, and I don't find it weird when bartenders do talk to me. It helps if they have ability to sense how interested you are in the conversation and react accordingly.
Also, whenever I have had a regular stylist, he/she not only chats me up, but remembers details about my personal life. Do they take notes or are they just blessed with a good memory? I only get my hair cut 4 times a year, but they always seem to remember what we talked about.
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I probably give off a kind of "shut up and leave me alone" vibe, so I'm not the target of unwanted small talk or dramatic monologues too often. I don't think I'm ever overtly rude, but I'm not smiley and chatty with every cashier or server either.
I do meet a few gabby cashiers, though, who feel compelled to chat about my purchases: "Is that a good product?" "How do you cook those?" and so on. There's one cashier I always avoid; she's an older lady with dyed hair and a TON of makeup that's notorious for this sort of chatter.
I find myself subjected to unwanted monologues most often in my water exercise classes. The instructors continually blather about their kids, their pets, what they're going to have for supper, how they spent the weekend, what goofy kooky people they are, etc. The rationale is that it makes the time pass faster. Not to me! I must be missing some sort of female hormone, because no one else seems to mind.
One of the biggest talkers I've ever come across wasn't talking to me, thank God, but to a young woman who was his seat partner on a train. My mother and I were in the seat in front of them. From Washington D.C. to Philadelphia, he went on and on about his family, his illnesses, his job history...you name it. From time to time he would pause and say, "So anyhow..." and launch into another ten stories. My mother and I can still crack each other up by saying, "So anyhow..." at any break in a conversation.
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Once I was going grocery shopping at Ralph's, and there was a guy sitting outside. He noticed me walking with my son in the stroller, and started "I hope you don't think I'm weird for talking to you, but..." and then he went into a 5 minute speech about how he was in town to see someone like Charlie Sheen or something, I can't remember. At the end, having not understood much of what he said, I replied: "My son has an abnormally large head." And I walked into the store, because I figure if anyone's going to be weirding anyone out around here, it better be me.
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I'm quite uncomfortable with random strangers chatting me up in a store or a grocery line. I know, I'm sort of antisocial. Bartenders are usually a lot of fun, because they are funny and flirty, but they don't mean a word of it. Plus, I don't have to feel embarrassed by how drunk I was and what I told the bartender - he's heard worse, I'm sure. Hairdressers I don't usually mind chatting away with ... there's something about having my hair messed with that makes the whole experience seem more intimate somehow.
However, right before my wedding I went in to have my hair cut and colored. In addition to doing a mediocre job on the haircut, (cutting curly hair is not the same as cutting straight hair!), the stylist went on at me for the whole hour about how her boyfriend was abusive and she wanted to leave him but it was her apartment and she couldn't get out of the lease ...
I was so uncomfortable. In the first place, I didn't want to hear all this, and in the second place I'd just told her I was getting married in a week. I was half afraid she'd screw up my hair out of jealousy.
Afterwards I gave her a large tip, then the cynical side of me kicked in and wondered if she'd made the whole thing up for the purpose of getting larger tips ...
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I hate small talk with over friendly strangers, which is a bit of a shame considering I come into contact with many hundreds of strangers every day at Sydney Airport...
When I'm stamping passports (which, thankfully, is only a few days per month) it is my fondest wish to put up a sign that says "If I need to know anything about you I WILL ASK!" and another one that says "I have absolutely NO desire to discuss the quality of your passport photo."
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Living in a small town as I do, I've developed sort of a relationship with many of the checkers at the local grocery store. During the course of our converations, I've found that 3 of them have kids either currently in class with a child of mine or previously in a class with one of them, and one checker who went to high school with DH's sister. If it weren't for chatting while scanning, I wouldn't have found out about these connections. I'm pretty comfortable making small talk with strangers while waiting, and prefer to keep it light and unoffensive. What irritates me are the people who take one look at you and expect you to agree with their personal political, racist or prejudicial views.
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I used to drive a taxi and one of the strangest things I had to get used to in the beginning was how so many people(male and female) would tell me explicit and very detailed stories about their sex life
I'm guessing they think they'll never see you again so they can talk about anything and get it off their chests to someone who doesn't know them
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I can't do small talk. Or at least, not with complete strangers in real life. So whenever I go to get my hair cut the stylist usually gives up after a couple of questions and gets on with cutting my hair. I'll answer with a sentence but I'm not really up for a long yak about my day with a total stranger (I don't have a regular stylist, just whoever's available when I want an appointment).
On the other hand, the baristas in my local Starbucks are really friendly and since I've seen a couple of them in clubs I frequent I don't mind a quick chat about my plans for the day when I drop in for an early morning white chocolate mocha.
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A couple of weeks ago, Hubby and I went to a kitchen showroom. The sales rep questioned Hubby's use of a walking stick (he had his foot crushed in a car crash many years ago, and now has arthritis), and then went off on a five-minute tangent about friends of hers who had been involved in serious car accidents, the nature of their injuries, and the stupidity of drunk drivers.
They won't be building our cabinets.
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I have the "please, please, tell me your life story, and every crazy thought you've ever had" tattoo on my forehead, too, apparently.
Everywhere I go, there's always SOMEONE who has to start talking my ear off. And it's always, ALWAYS their whole life story, their political and religious affiliations, how they can't eat this food because it makes them blow up like a balloon, and they don't like the smell of the farts, and on and on ad nauseam.
And I am waaaaay too polite to do anything but nod and smile. I mean, I'm sure that if you look in my eyes, I have that, "Holy Jeebus, did this woman just tell me THAT?!" look going, but the people who talk and talk and TALK to me never seem to pick up on that.
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Now, I can small-talk chat with anyone and I usually do. But small-talk in a grocery store line is a lot different than someone blurting out their life story or telling you the details of their recent surgical procedure that usually ends with: "...and the doctor said it was the biggest one he'd ever seen!"
*shudder*
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I must give off don't talk to me vibes, because I rarely get into goofy conversations with strangers.
I think the older I get, the worse at small talk I get. When I was younger, I had no problem going to a party, or get-together, and talking with people I don't know. But now that I'm older, I much prefer vegging out by myself, or with DW. I find that I struggle with conversation these days, unless it's someone I know, or here where I can take a sec. and compose my thoughts.
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"Osteopath." Same root word as osteoporosis and osteoarthritis.
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I think I avoid the random chatters the same way I avoid people asking for money: I simply don't make eye contact with strangers if I can at all help it.
And, for the record, the last time I had my hair cut, not much more was said than "tilt your head forward" and "does it look ok?"
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There's a Mennonite fabric shop that Mom and I go to once in a while; not often enough to be regulars by any means. The last time we were there, we heard all (and I mean ALL) about a cousin's wedding, complete with two developed rolls of film we had to look at. It took at least an extra half hour to get out of there. We wouldn't have suffered through it, but one was a fabric that Mom really, really needed for a quilt she was working on. But we haven't been there since.
I don't mind a bit of random small talk from time to time. But holy mackeral.
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There's a guy who works at my local supermarket who just out-of-the-blue one day started telling me all about his life, finances, job situation, girlfriend, impending fatherhood, etc. while he was ringing up my groceries. The way he was speaking to me, he almost made it sound as if he was mistaking me for someone he knows very well, it was very strange. He's done it since then too, and it always makes me a bit uncomfortable because I really don't know him at all, and he often does this when there's a line of people behind me waiting impatiently to have their own groceries rung up.
Small talk and a bit of banter is one thing, but sharing life stories and personal information is quite another. I quite enjoy bantering, but some people just enter a whole other realm.
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Back in germany I was a window cleaner. This included residential places. So, I can tell you that some customers prefer having some small talk (while I did my job of course, not just standing around, gabbing while the windows remained unwashed), while others prefered the silent service. However, the deal is to talk about them, about about yourself, but not just telling them the story of your life, unless they ask about it (some actually do.) At work, I'm a Housekeeper, I do chat with some who work there as well. Those that I know and who I know they want some smalltalk. But I usually dont sit down there, maybe I lean against the doorframe for a few minutes, while we talk. I also chat with the night shift cashier at the grocery store I go to, but also because I know her and I know she wants some chat.
But for the rest... I dont mind if the hairdresser does small talk, I think it's part of their job. But if the UPS guy would tell me his story, I'd listen, but would think "WTF?". Fortunately I dont have to use a public transportaion system and thus had noone chew my ear off on those.
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My mom, my sister, and I all have the same stylist and we've had her since I was eight. She knows a lot about our lives and how college is going before we go in there (my mom tells her during her "sessions") so we tend to chat about that. I'd probably be really uncomfortable if she suddenly stopped talking, or if I switched to a stylist who doesn't chat.
On the other hand, my mother and I seem to draw talkative people. I noticed it first with her, then when I got older it started happening to me too. Actually, right after puberty now that I think about it...
My family just had a case of a chatty person in a situation where we didn't want to be chatty. I rear-ended this woman (long story) and apparently she is a chatterbox. When we were looking at the damage, she kept telling me about her car, then asked me if I was a student or visiting (Maryland plates in Rhode Island and all that), and just on and on even after we had exchanged information. So then later she calls my home number and my sister picked up the phone. She then proceeded to talk off my sister's ear about how she hadn't slept in 24 hours, how she hadn't realized that the home number was in Maryland and not Rhode Island, how I had seemed really upset, and how we could remember her last name because her family was on the Mayflower (how this was supposed to help, I have no idea). Then when my dad called her to make arrangements for us to pay to have the scratches buffed out, she talked HIS ear off. Then she wanted to talk to ME again for another 10 minutes even though she had another call waiting. Really, all of our conversations could have been 5 minutes long and everything would have been sorted out, but she kept dragging them on to 15-20 minutes longer with the most random stuff.
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It was rather uncomfortable for us. We kinda backed out of the store and left. I am not sure how much furniture he could sell with a technique like that (we didn't get anything and actually never went back to the place). We do drive by it now and then and laugh about it ("Remember when...").
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