Gopnik-dad is walking home from work in the evening and looks at Gopnik-son sitting on the asphalt near the house. He was all beaten up, covered in blood, had a cigarette stuck in his ears, and had his own cell phone stuffed into his mouth. Gopnik-dad is dumbfounded at this spectacle for a minute, then asks: “What, did you run into an intellectual?”
– M-m-m-m.
– Also wearing glasses, I guess?
– M-m-m-m-m!
– Moron. Cormorant. How many times have I told you: if a guy doesn’t piss walking around our neighborhood with glasses on, he’s more dangerous than a mad dog!
