Dealing with maniacs

[Mike Arman]

Every once in a while I run into this type of self-appointed expert 
regarding airplanes, Audis, motorcycles, and so on.

I let them spout off a while (without reacting), and then, with perfect 
erudition, I clearly and distinctly say "I am sorry, sir, but I don't speak 
English." and then I drive away.

Their jaw is usually still hanging open as I recede into the sunset . . .


I have also noticed it happens less lately - I guess the grey in my beard 
plus a self-confident manner discourages the random idiot who thinks he 
knows and needs to tell me the cure for the world's ills. The bazooka in 
the gun rack in the rear window of my V8Q might also have something to do 
with it.


Best Regards,
Mike Arman