Strangers like to make random comments to me at awkward times.

The other day I was downtown eating a sandwich in a deli and making notes in my makeshift schedule book. These two guys in their 70s, who had been eating at the next table, got up and stopped as they walked by my table.

The first guy: Hey, you need help scribbling anything down? I can write something in that little black book of yours. I have a pen.
Me: Excuse me?
The Second Guy: He's just after your sandwich.
Me: Well he's not getting that either.
-Both men laugh and exit-

For years I have asked, 'Why me?' I don't look friendly, I do my best to scowl and ignore people when I'm alone. When someone says something to me on the street, I sometimes pretend I'm deaf or that I have no tongue and can't answer back. I find a good method of avoiding conversation is staring blankly at a person for a moment before answering. After that they think twice about asking another question.