To the strange man on the G

with the dark sunglasses, who made a beeline for the open seat next to me and then proceded to openly stare right into my face, smiling and exposing f**ked up teeth, I couldn't, for the life of me, discern a goddamn thing you said! You were clearly speaking jibberish! I also couldn't understand why you spoke to me in the first place since I was clearly engaging in not one, but two of the most common NYC subway "don't bother me" activities. I had on my big headphones AND I was absorbed in reading David Sedaris. If I was only engaging in one of these activites I could see interupting me to chat. But two? Anyway, when you pointed at my dragon tattoo, smiling, and then pointed to my face, still smiling, were you saying that I look like a dragon? You then said: "jdknvdkdjkruejnkkssss" and I could only smile and say "yes". You then said "mfkmkduunrsmmmoooll" while doing the "running motion" while pointing again at my face. I said "yes". Sensing that I really didn't know what you were saying, you did it again. And I said "yes". You then said something that sounded like "madel", all the while smiling and pointing at my face. I said "yes". You continued to say things like: "rupmmmluupinghh" and "gughtjmliiillg". "Yes", I replyed. My stop was next and I could only pray that you weren't getting off too. I think my brain would have suffered had I had to continue trying to understand you. Gotta love NYC.