One more person comes into this bar and starts confessing things to me best kept to themselves and I'm liable to start shooting first and not even bothering with the questions later.
I'm not Dr. Phil and this isn't a damn therapy session. Which isn't to say I'm not all for having a heartfelt conversation, as it may be, with folks I know. But if I don't know somebody and they start telling me how their wife really did look fat in that dress she wore last week and how they'd really like to see me in it instead, I can't say I'll be responsible for my reaction and I'm not sure there's a jury around that's going to convict me for voicing my opinion on the matter, either.