It's Time for Another Good Idea/Bad Idea

Good Idea: Doing laundry. So you can stop being overdressed all the time.
Bad Idea: Talking to strangers in the laundromat.

I was standing around at the laundromat doing my laundry and listening to my iPod. Random Guy walks in and grins at me.

RG: "Hey, how are you?"
Sam the Pathological Smiler: "Great, how are you?"
RG: "Good."
I go back to laundry and iPod.
RG: "What are you listening to?"
SPS: "I'm embarassed to say."
RG: "Well, now I have to know."
SPS: "Umm. The Dixie Chicks."
aaand i hang my head in shame...even though I freely admit i love almost the entire album.
RG: "The new album?"
SPS: "Mmmhmm."
RG: "It's gotten great reviews, I hear it's good."
SPS: "It is. I love it."
Then he launched into a conversation about music and how he's going to the 9-inch nails concert tonight for free...I tell him that's great, lucky him. He says he's glad they were free because he'd already spent a bunch of money on tickets to Fiona Apple.
SPS: "Ooh. I love Fiona Apple. Where's she playing?"
RG: "A small place in Atlanta. Have you heard the bootleg version of her album?"
SPS: "No, is it good?"
RG: "Oh yeah, it's great. You should check it out."
SPS: "Cool, I will. Thanks."
And then RG leaves.
When he leaves, I think that he may have been flirting with me. And then I think, no, you live in the South. People are friendly here. Maybe he was just being friendly.
When he comes back he brings me a burned copy of the Fiona Apple CD.
With his name and number on it.
I have no radar for this crap whatsoever.

Good Idea: Parking close to the pump at the gas station.
Bad Idea: Parking so close that when you open the door you dent it on the metal protector thingie.

I have scratched/dented my poor truck no less than 3 times today. Myself. No wonder the thing isn't working that well. It hates me.