She sat down right next to the stranger without hesitation. After a few seconds of fidgeting with her jacket, purse, & cell phone, she turned to the stranger and said, "So, you got a name?"
The stranger turned to her slowly, purposefully. "Sure," he answered, "it's Leif."
"Leif?" She repeated back to him. "As in, Leif Erickson, the Viking?"
"Nope," he replied, "Leif as in Leif me the hell alone."
She rolled her eyes at his retort, gathered up her things and moved a few seats down the bar, happy to oblige his cranky old ass.