Down at Mary's Old Time Bar

A bar I once knew was frequented by, among others, loggers and college football players. Oddly enough, this occasionally led to strife. Usually one doesn't notice the precipitating event, but the denouement stuck in my mind.

Football guy:

...You're just a dumb truck driver.

The logger (or maybe logging truck driver), responded with a physical riposte, and football guy was soon on the floor, oozing blood.

Football guy:

You're still a dumb truck driver.

Logger:

Maybe so, but if you're so smart, how come you are looking up at me from the floor bleeding?

Rhetoric isn't what it once was.

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