Last night at the grocery store I waited as a bland, flabby college kid blocked my path. In his exceptionally poky progress up the aisle, he knocked a toilet plunger off the shelf. It landed upright in the middle of the floor, and he stopped and looked at it stupidly before resuming his journey.
Just as he began scratching his butt through a pair of dirty sweatpants, his opposite stalked past. He was about five years older and dressed for business at 11 on a Saturday night. He held a phone up to his haircut, shouting, "And so I told him: THAT, my friend? Is how you change the world!"
I didn't get to hear the rest because I had to stick my head in a display of garbage bags to disguise my laughter. The rainbow of dipshits holds a stunning variety of shades and gradations, but it's rare to glimpse both ends at the exact same time.