Concluding a Trilogy, perhaps
A man walks up to me, someone who I initially thought might be asking for spare change — but he only just barely passes into that rubric — I wouldn’t have thought that if I just happened to see him.
“Hey! How do you circumsize a hillybilly?”
I blink. “Don’t. Care.” I say, coldly, and turn away.
“Kick his sister in the –”
I did not catch the end, as I walked out of earsight and make a concerted effort not to hear him. I turned around, though, to get a good glimpse of this man for a mental profile of People I Despise By an outsized margin exceeding the level deserved by the offense.
Please. Don’t be this guy.