why do people talk to me?!?

after a long and useless day.. i was standing in the rain... waiting for bus #3 to finally take me home to my room... my perfect sanctuary...
this odd scotsman started talking to me... very subtle at first... when does the bus come? how long have i been waiting? which bus goes where... nothing too harmless...
then as the bus came he motioned for me to quickly follow him and he finagled his way to the front of the line... and was the first on the bus...naturally, i didn't follow...and was a few people behind... when boarding the bus, he motioned again for me to sit and talk to him... i did... and then he just started talking... (and swearing...more on that in a sec) and that's also when the alcohol breath hit my face like a brick wall... blah....
turns out he's lived in germany for 12 yrs playing soccer and learning the language in 3 months... and was determined to tell some of his teammate that they were assholes in their own language... then he said that he swears a lot to sort of shock me.. ha! imagine that... (do i really look 8???)
then he moved on to ranting about how he did everything in his life on his own...and didn't have anyone to help him and if he ever won any award he'd only thank himself b/c he made it on his own by himself...(and yes, he was THAT repetitive... :S)
and then he said that he didn't care if he ever saw me again, and he didn't even wanna know my name b/c that was irrelevent.. but the most important thing in life (for him) was that he never (and i quote) licked anyone's asshole and he did it all on his own...
we got off at the same stop and i was worried he'd follow me... but alas he faded into the night and rain...

is that where i'm headed...?