Ummm...sure?

Have you ever been in a situation conversing with someone and you were responding to as minimally as possible so as to end the misery?  They ask a question and you give a two word response hoping and praying that it stops there.  Well, apparently there are people out there that do not pick up on hints.  I'm usually a beat around the bush kind of person, so I remained part of the conversation to be as nice as possible. 

It started with me advertising that I was selling my motorcycle and an acquaintance of mine being interested.  He started chatting with me one night on Facebook.  Standard questions about the bike, which I was more than happy to answer.  Then the conversation somehow took a turn towards cars.  I honestly think at one point I was ready to claw my eyes out because the pressure behind them was mounting.  I can honestly say I did not possess the intellectual capacity to even remotely attempt to keep up with the conversation.  I consider myself verbose and have a sizable knowledge of grammar, but there were words being used that I had no clue what they meant.  I speak fluent English, Pig Latin, Thing-anese, that is it.  I do not understand Testicleese, Carandriver, or Motorin, nor do I ever wish to.  I am quite happy in my little secluded world!  Again, I responded at little as possible, but for some reason that just prompted him to say more.  PEOPLE, sometimes more is NOT better!  By the time I thought the conversation was almost over, I was closer to walking in front of a moving vehicle than understanding his clutch thingamajig he does to drift around a corner.  Make it stop!  I know I could have ended my own misery by logging off Facebook, but I was talking to another friend of mine and not willing to leave that conversation because of this carhead dude.

He moved on from all of the over my head, warning:  brain implosion in 10 seconds, crap, to his jobless state, his ex-wife, and his new found love who is a Mormon.  What on earth did I say or do to make this guy I hardly know, think that I wanted to hear his life story? 

I happened to run into this guy face to face last night at a friends party.  It's really a lot harder to evade people when you're in the same house as them than it is behind a computer screen.  He saw my phone, the iPhone 4.  And that's when it all went downhill...yet again he started another conversation that was beyond the realm of my capabilities.  It's a phone.  It calls people.  It plays music.  It has games.  It has my alarm clock that is an epic failure thanks to my bakery app.  That's what I know about the phone.  I do not know it's resolution specs, nor do I really give a shit.  Can it wipe my ass? No.  I know the basics.  I'm not a techie.  I know I'm a bit geeky, but I make one piss poor example of a geek because I'm fucking clueless.  I tried to keep my responses minimal and a lot of "uh-huhs" and "I don't know's" but to no avail.  After about 10 minutes of being subjected to this...shit I could care less about, he finally walked away to go feed a beer to his face.  Thank the heavens for that!  I was finally saved from his company...hooray!