The guy sitting in the same row of seats I sat in, a row of three seats facing the bus's back door, smiled at me and smiled sort of in the direction of my bags. And out of the blue, that guy said "I wish they had plain bags that don't have patterns."
Not wanting to just ignore him, I said, without looking in his direction, "The key is finding bags with patterns you like."
He then removed the headphones that I hadn't really noticed he was wearing and asked "What?"
"That's okay," I replied. I figured saying "Never mind" would have been overly contentious. I probably would have sounded annoyed saying that.
I am unimpressed with the apparent need to talk simply to hear yourself talk.