I meet the strangest people

I am a freak magnet. Everywhere I go, they find me. I was at the book store perusing writing magazines. There was a heavy breathing, balding, pale, thin man about 65 sitting next to me reading Popular Mechanics. I knew better than to look up. I remember in college; the
psychology professor said when you make eye contact with someone for over three seconds they interpret it as you are showing an interest. I should have kept my nose in the book. This man stood in front of me and said, "Did you ever try this?"

I thought he meant talking to strangers. I smiled. Another wrong move on my part. He showed me a picture of a person parchuting.

"No, heights bother me (like you are)."

Then he poked the book under my nose and said, "What do you think about this? They put webs between your legs and under your arms and you soar off a cliff, fly like a bird."

"Not for me." I said and tried my best to ignore him.

"Well look at this." It was a person wearing a rocket suit. "It isn't ever going to happen for me unless I win the lottery, these suits cost $100,000. Twenty years ago they said we'd be strapping rocket packs to our backs and flying to work. It hasn't happened, has it! But this! I could do this. It would be so much easier to rocket through the sky for 12 minutes than to drive the twenty minutes it takes me to get to work."

I figured if he couldn't do the math calculations, he'd never be able to spend his lottery winnings, and if he did zoom for twelve minutes through the sky in a rocket suit, he'd overshoot his work by miles! So, I politely stood up, and flew out of there.