The question of the day is:  If I was traveling on a bus would I rather be stuck sitting next to an irritating chatter box or the quiet gawker?  

My answer:

I’ve been known to be an irritating talker myself. When in Rome…. And if they are too irritating I’m practiced enough in the art of irritating conversation that I can just irritate them right back to their happy quiet place. Besides, an irritating talker is usually pretty open and you know what they are thinking. Quiet starer…who knows what’s going on in their heads. It’s usually not “hey I think that chick has booger hanging out of her nose” Or I hope it’s not…