I always end up in the pub no one else drinks in, where a hot water tap in the toilet is regarded as a needless luxury, only poofs and people that use hand towels might appreciate, and I get landed with the guy everyone else is avoiding, including me.  He shoehorns his way into the seat beside you and grabs at your wrist to get your attention. There’s no looking away. He’s having his say, whether you like it or not.