We're freaks, the two of us.

I stumble out of my house, face flushed red from rushing around getting dressed and organized to leave, eyes squinting in the morning sun as I realise I left my sunglasses inside but it's far to late to run back. Especially since the cab driver hasn't stopped beeping his horn since he pulled into the driveway less than a minute ago.
And then by the time I get into the cab, I'm so exhausted that I'm just about ready to get back into bed. And the truth is that I don't really feel like talking this early in the morning, but I always manage to get some 65 year old cab driver who decides that I'm interested in his entire life story.
From experience, I've come to realise that any conversations that involve camping, family reunions or begin with "When I was a lad..." need to be skillfully avoided at all costs.
The thing that I don't understand about it, is that when I'm in a cab and the driver is telling me about the last time he saw his family or how when he was young, women wouldn't be caught dead wearing the clothes that young woman are running around in these days and I really should re-think the length of my shorts too if I want to gain any kind of respect from men, I'm kind of sitting there in the cab just going "Uh huh" and "Oh okay" while staring out the window. If that's not a brush-off or an "I'm not in the mood for talking" then I don't know what is.

Now that I think about it, I've noticed it at work, too. Clients who call up out of the blue with no real problem or enquiry, they just call up to talk about products they have bought and then the conversation kind of starts to slip into the weather and what they did on the weekend and how many children their daughter has.

Do people really just get that lonely that they need to call up a company and talk crap with Customer Service?
Do people really start to loose their minds so much that they can't even tell when someones clearly not interested in a conversation?

Now that's a scary thought.