A Microaggression Over a Microbrew

Okay, so, like, yesterday, I was sitting at the bar at one of my favorite microbrew pubs, glancing at football games on various TVs and enjoying a frosty mug of an amber ale. I’d also been chatting with my wife Jody, Emma the bartender, and a couple regulars. Then it happened.

With all the subtlety of an ordinary pub patron, he saunters into the restaurant. However, I notice as he nears that he presents an un-purposeful threat, equaling that of Attila the Hun attacking an Eastern European village. The customer pauses at the knot of people collected by the Seat Yourself sign, and then he sidles into the pub.