on the road

i was carrying a heavy bag on my back .. it had to be delivered to a place far away .. while i was walking a man came up next to me .. he asked if he could tag along .. i said sure whatever i don't mind .. so we walked together in silence .. at first he seemed content just to have someone to walk with .. but then he tried to strike up a conversation .. he began to tell me the story of his life .. i didn't really feel like talking but i figured who knows this might be interesting .. and so i listened to him as he went on and on about every small detail of his life .. occasionally i would make a comment or ask a question about a certain part of the story .. but as we walked further i began to grow tired .. he asked if he could help me .. he offered to carry the bag .. i told him he couldn't .. i had to carry it the entire way .. those were the rules .. so he shrugged and went on talking .. i was getting more and more tired and his story was getting less and less interesting as the time went on .. eventually i stopped listening altogether .. my only thought was that i must keep going .. i must deliver the bag .. suddenly i heard him shouting at me .. he was upset that i wasn't paying attention to his story .. i looked at him .. i didn't say anything but inside i was thinking you know nobody asked you to share your story in the first place .. he looked back at me and said you're a rude person i'm leaving .. goodbye i said .. and continued to walk towards my destination.