I sometimes get annoyed when people try to use techniques to get me to talk, when I don't feel like talking. For example, as I was turning in a Barnes & Noble employment application to a girl at the front counter, I nearly crossed in front of this thug- (or chav-) dressed guy. I said excuse me or something to that effect. Maybe I said it too quietly. After turning in the application, I knew there was nothing additional I needed to say to the clerk. So I turned around, and walked towards the exit, when the thug-dressed guy says, "Hey, Man." I keep on working. At first I though he was talking to the clerk or to someone else. (Would you believe that some people are saying "Hey, man" to girls now, even when no mistake could be made about the girl's gender? Arghh.)
I was almost to the door, about twenty feet away.
Then the Asian or Hispanic thug-dressed guy said, "Hey, my name's Matthew too." Wow, he must have glanced at my application. He must have really wanted me to say something. And I bet his name wasn't even Matthew. What Asian or Hispanic thug-dressed guy goes by "Matthew"? Geez.
I decided that if I said something a) he would make fun of it or b) I would be wasting my breath, as no typical person is going to say hello to someone they don't know from 20 feet awa.
As I was driving home, I got my inevitable anxiety again. Suppose the thug-dressed guy was just trying to be friendly, or impress the girl at the counter with his social skills. Who knows. Maybe I did the right thing.