I don't want to share my umbrella
The other day I was walking on a sidewalk under my umbrella as it was drizzling. Then this random dude rushes towards me and squeezes in under my umbrella and starts having small talk with me, small talk I didn't give a rat's bottom about.
I felt uncomfortable the entire time he was with me under the umbrella. All the while I was trying to think of an excuse to help me part ways with him ASAP. To be honest, I vaguely recall a thing he said, but I can recall that I wanted to push him off the sidewalk every time he laughed at something he had said that he thought funny. How could he not notice that I wasn't interested in his bluh..bluh..bluh..? Or that I was walking 'unrealistically' fast so I could lose him? Oh God.
Eventually we arrived at a side road which I turned towards praying that he would continue along the main road. As luck would have it, dude kept main street-bound, much to my joy. Yes, that's how much I hate sharing my umbrella.
Is this normal, or I'm just being a self-absorbed muthafucker?