Standing on the street. . .

. . .a guy was babbling at me. I had to make it stop so, during an opening, I said,

“My tolerance toward you is directionally proportionate to the number of words you’ve said.” He looks askew a moment before saying,

“What does that mean?”

I turned and walked away.

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