Running on less than an hour's sleep and happily napping in my car in the ferry line, I hear a rap on my window. It was a guy with a petition. I'd only known him for two seconds and I already could not hate him more.
"Yeah?"
He mumbled something about me signing a petition to protect gun rights.
"Yeah, I've noticed you guys are totally victimized."
"Mmm hmm. Huh?"
I thought about how to best dismiss this troglodyte. Tell him that I myself own a gun only because people like him make sure that every whackjob can buy them like candy bars? Ask him "when you masturbate, do you tug on your wang or on the barrel?" I settled on the high road.
"I'll sign it if you can recite the second amendment."
"Okay! The right to bear—"
"BZZZZZZZZ! Thanks for playing!"
He was utterly baffled as I raised my window. I'd like to think he went home and looked it up, but his ilk doesn't strike me as the look-anything-up sort.