Recent conversation with young man in the cubby next to mine.
Young man – I have mood swings.
Me – ya, me too.
Me – Betcha my mood swings could crush your mood swings.
Young man – (laughs)
Me – Betcha my mood swings could chew yours up and spit them out.
Young man – (blank stare)
Me – Betcha my mood swings are evil incarnate.
Young man – (turns and quickly departs)
Ya, that’s right, run away.