# why don't you know striding along the high street today eager to get back to the home cube out of the uk cold and damp we'd recently been arguing with our favorite researcher so our head was down and we felt depressed some posh designer munt with an apple laptop manbag strolls up to our face demanding our attention excuse us they say ahem excuse us we barely notice them and keep walking they then say it louder a third time in case we didn't hear as we continue walking by they stop and swear under their breath we spin turn on a dime a chinese ba gua practitioner ready to casually rising reverse hook fist this guat dennis leary style what happened to your personal assistant then ken doll upon witnessing the broody rage in our eyes of ancient mystic chi fire they bail luckily for them we was already walking away their truer horrible nature revealed whenever they don't get instantly served to their satisfaction on the johnny spot by handy nearby servants last time this happened two old uglies in a tank sized sports utility vehicle pulled up alongside us in deepest suburbia demanding pertinent information we politely apologized saying sorry we don't know munt one sits in their tank with gold jewelry dripping off their sagging neck and asks no lie: well why don't you know why don't we know hmm yeah excellent question how about because eat our shorts we however larval psycho smile sending them off twenty miles in the wrong direction displaying all the personal confidence and professional reassurance of a friendly wholesome personal tourist guide with advanced local interesting knowledge and endless handy hints without saying thank you they both speed off their dead eyed husbland giving us a desperate look of clawing inner sadness the poor sad sod oh to force oneself to display politeness in the pasty face of uk class based ignorance systematic disavowal of common decency and the simple dignity inherent owed to one's fellow humans to gently hand out highly specific and entirely wrong answers such aggressive ungrateful questions deserve too often feels darkly righteous and existentially satisfying // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]