Adrian couldn’t help but laugh about the insults directed at him from a group of teenagers that loitered out the front of Bob’s Cafe. Their faces were covered in pimples, their voices were half broken, and their abuse was witless and unoriginal, yet, for some reason the collection of 13-year-olds felt they were entitled to insult a kind, attractive, well-to-do human being. Almost without fail, during his afternoon coffee break, Adrian would be struck with harsh comments about his mother and her endeavours. He’d keep a level head, smile at their pointless remarks, and thank God that’d never had children. After a stressful Tuesday morning at the office Adrian wandered down to Bob’s for his daily serve of abuse and cheesecake. For the first time in his life the poorly delivered insults hit a nerve with our placid protagonist. He stopped and turned towards the pathetic group.
“Say what you want, but every night I drive home, drink scotch, and fuck my girlfriend,” he said. “Three verbs you’ll have nothing to do with for years to come.”
Deep down Adrian knew that they didn't know what a verb was, but it cheered him up nonetheless.
“Say what you want, but every night I drive home, drink scotch, and fuck my girlfriend,” he said. “Three verbs you’ll have nothing to do with for years to come.”
Deep down Adrian knew that they didn't know what a verb was, but it cheered him up nonetheless.