Got into this ride in New Orleans and the Uber guy is from one of the North African countries. He heard my accent and asked where from Africa I am from. Even though I wasn’t in any chatty mood, I obliged him. When he realized that I am from a country that was a strong contender for the AFCON, he went on a long conversation about African football. I was hoping that my occasional “yes” and “okay” would be enough signal that I wanted to be left alone. Obviously, his social skills or some lack of it prevented him from recognizing that I just wanted to be left alone. 
I was happy to get off at the airport when he started sharing personal information about his family.