Why oh why do people like to talk to me?

ranting-homer2_1I cannot go anywhere without random strangers feeling obligated to strike up a conversation with me.  Today in two short visits (one to Wal-Mart and one to the women’s bathroom at Lowe’s) I was treated to A) a rant about people leaving milk and other perishables in carts to be “rooint” which makes “dah prices” go up for all of us and B) a loud exclamation and instructive comments on “THANK GOD THE BATHROOM HAS BEEN CLEANED!  You would not BELIEVE what it smelled like before…” (and more details that don’t even bear mentioning).

I have no idea why this is.  If these people knew what I was actually thinking they would probably fall dead in offended shock.