While walking downtown this past week, a man asked me if I had 75 cents. I did not, as all of my quarters are either in the gullet of the nearest washing or Galaga machine (or in some glorious alternate reality, the same machine). “Have a nice day,” the man said as he walked passed. He asked a woman behind me for 75 cents as well, and when she gave him a similar answer, he replied with “Have a nice f—ing day.”
I tell ya, senators aren’t as polite as they used to be.*
*I hope you have enjoyed my first Terrible Joke of 2012.