On a recent day of the week (let’s call it Friday) at a random time of day (let’s call it noon-ish) I found myself in a sporting goods store (let’s not call it Sports Authority because… yea, that’s not a thing anymore). While navigating my way through the DC affiliated section and into the Baltimore team apparel, I came face to face with one of life’s biggest nuisances.
A pompous Skins fan.
While I initially gave him the same non-attention of any other passerby, I received quite the parting gift: a valiant effort at what I can only refer to as a snarling Elvis-esque lip move (not much unlike an overprotective dog), with a head nod and a furrowed brow to boot.