I don't know why people won't leave me alone when I go into a bar. I rarely do this, but I went into a bar yesterday. Almost immediately some guy half my age starts firing questions at me about where I work and what teams I like. "Minnesota Twins!" is my stock answer.
"You from there?"
Well, nobody knows anything about the Twins. And fortunately this loser went on to bother someone else. I know I don't have any personality. I don't want to be your buddy. I don't care where you work. It's always some obnoxious guy. Cute red haired girls are a different matter.