Yes, we have our share of parasites after having lived for some time in a foreign country, needless to say.
Yes, I vaguely remember that I agreed to meet that guy at McDonald's, across the street from where I worked, and there was nothing to add to that, beyond we did meet there and talked for a few minutes. He was self-absorbed with his business as an Elvis impersonator so that was not all that interesting anyway. Sometimes there just isn't any reason to continue this conversation.
And when do I get to cut Martha's head off? That could be interesting, but, oh, the rules don't seem to apply to them.