What a bad job on the street.
Here you are dealing with your business, you do not touch anyone, you do measurements, calculations, and it is at the moment when you need to be as focused as much as possible, some shit will surely stand behind and watch how you work. After a few minutes, apparently realizing that his presence is not irritating enough, he gets a cigarette, the same that he probably kept for forty years, specifically for such a moment. Any reception, without a filter, of course, and begins to release the most poisonous smoke in your direction, accompanied by a cough, in which chronic lung disease is easily recognized. While he smokes, his, completely empty skull box, is filled with an insurmountable desire to talk, and he asks a question from which Captain Evidence himself falls into despair: Do you work? Mmm... understand" But this is only the beginning. After all, in five minutes this character got to know Zen and became an expert in what you do. He begins to give advice... And it seems like you want to speak out, the words have already been picked up suitable, but no, you are an intelligent, and you have to chew away with dry, tasteless phrases, only to retard.
Maybe I don’t know anything about life. Probably, somewhere there is a school of fools, where specifically taught such... specimens. There is no other explanation for this phenomenon.