Not Exactly The Holiday Spirit
I stood on the crowded street corner, waiting for the light to turn, surrounded by holiday shoppers and party goers. Suddenly, from behind, a voice bellowed, “And could you explain just how the hell I’m considered hostile?” Thinking it a joke, I turned. It wasn’t. A rather belligerent man had been escorted out of a bar, his friend trying to console him with shared profanities and bummed cigarettes.
