Sorry I recognized you at the meeting…

Pretty woman lined up for kissing booth says ‘hello’ to old man, bent, pulling weeds.
Old man spins unexpectedly into strawberry-donut-Nietzsche fantasy, complete with worshipful (retrospectively offensive?) aphorisms to the type (But, wait, that’s objectification, Mr. Farrah-Fawcett-poster-boy-from-when-cool-girls-died-first-in-horror-movies…).
So woman counters editorially.
Then man defends editorially.
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The End