coffee shop

I hate the way strangers talk to me.
As if they know me, like they have somehow figured me out as I give them there coffee.
The way they stare at me, with curiosity written all over there faces.
The few questions they could barley push up there throat.
While I just stand there smiling waiting to answer them back.
I'm usually honest.
Most of the time.
But people are all the same, so I get a lot of the same questions, they are all so repetitive.
I like different reactions and different answers.
So for my own amusement.
I answer different things, to observe different things.
Yet people lately have been off point. Odd.
The statements they make are so bold.
You do not know me.
You only know the me I want you to know.