I ran into the old guy who plays his guitar on High St. while walking his smell dog. In the interest of being nice to guy that’s putting himself out there, I said nice guitar or something like that.
He started talking, and then started playing a song. He did a good job, but I only needed one. Every time he finished one, he asked me a question so that I had to answer that question, then immediately like “here’s another of my go-tos”.
It was four songs until a group of people needed to pass us on the sidewalk, and I had the chance to say, “Nice playing; I gotta go!”
The guy is really nice and entirely unmanipulative, but I was reminded of the general idea in which you attack in order of force your opponent to respond instead doing what they actually planned to do.