A woman a few seats away is scratching lottery tickets. I can hear her mutter something. Out of the corner of my eye I see her look around. Her head turns toward me and stops.
“Hey,’ she snaps. She must know that’s the way to garner my full and complete attention. I don’t even turn to her when she continues. “What’s four times ten?” I look at her eyes to see if she’s toying with me. But no, she’s shaking the lottery ticket because she really wants the answer to “What’s four times ten?”
I don’t even look at her while answering, “Your IQ.”
I don’t mean to be mean but sometimes it’s the only recourse.