Conversation at work as I did my rounds.
Co-worker: “[paleo], I just read that there are 9 gun shops for every McDonalds in America.”
Interesting enough opening. I’ll play for a minute.
p: “Okay, so for the Cities, there must be what, 100 McDonalds? So you’re saying there are 600..”
p: “…yeah, 900 gun shops. Not sure I can see that.”
Co-worker: “Well, they don’t maybe advertise too much. The paper only prints stuff like this when something happens, and then everyone loses their minds and starts talking dumb about guns.”
Must keep my job. Must keep my job. Must walk away.
“Ummm, yeah, [Co-worker]. Later.”
That whole losing-my-sense-of-humor thing. Can’t scream, either. Fuck.
This seems actually appropriate: