Years ago, when GW Bush was president we had a guy in our office who would blame Bush for anything and everything. He'd always stand around in the morning with a cup of that Starbucks swill bitching about something. One morning it was the price of gasoline… I think it was like $1.90 then… and he'd go on and on. One day I had enough and I asked him how much the Starbucks cost and it turns out that little cup of burnt coffee cost him more every morning than the gas he burnt getting to work and getting home.
I had co-workers like that in my office. One in particular thought I was like Chevy Chase, until she asked, “Wasn’t Maher *funny* last night?!” And I got tired of playing, replied, “I don’t watch that [expletive deleted]. He’s an [another expletive deleted] with arms.”
They always assume that you must agree with them, whatever the topic, whether “global warming” the plight of the homeless, welcome refugees, whatever.
She left me alone after that exchange.
Guy passes us (I’m just a kid OK?) in a jalopy with expensive chrome wheels, jacked rear end, Dad points, says, “Bet he doesn’t know where his next meal is coming from.”
The older I got, the smarter he got. (And he was even grumpier than me ...)