Nothing like meeting a stranger at work who turns out to have lived in the same neighborhood where you used to live, getting in to a good conversation about quasi-legal zoning abuses and gentrification and how much it had changed that neighborhood and how many people were driven out by it, and it's a really good, nuanced conversation but then suddenly they drop a bunch of Ayn Rand fandom and sovereign citizen shit on you and tell you to read The Fountainhead, and you have to kind of gracefully roll with it until they leave, because you're at work.
