I used to have a neighbor, who, upon seeing the newspaper delivery on the roof of his house one day; placed his hands on his hips and proclaimed:
"People are no damned good!"
Last night, I decided to venture out into the realm of the general public - the local bar - and take in part of the Phillies game, and perhaps meet someone whom I could talk to and share an adult beverage.
After tiring (and failing) at that pursuit, I decided to try my hand (and finger) at the bar-centered trivia game. Four dollars a minute to see how my knowledge of nonsense stacks up against like-minded drunks in the greater Gloucester County area.
Midstream into my second game, a figure of the female persuasion entered into my peripheral vision. She spoke...
SHE: Would you like someone to play with you?
[Me, foolishly thinking that someone of the opposite sex would take an interest]
SHE: [derisive laughter] Hahahahahaha!
I don't know exactly why she would choose to make a mockery of me in such a way, but suffice it to say, I finished my beer and escaped to the comfort of home, where I hugged my cat and thanked him for his loyalty, while wondering why people can be ... people.
He didn't seem to understand, and neither did I.