The polls closed last night. The very contentious election season may be over, but people are still angry.
You’re at your local breakfast establishment enjoying your morning joe and indulging in your favorite menu item when an argument breaks out about the results (or lack thereof) of yesterday’s election. The conversation at the table next to yours gets loud and heated, and the occupants turn to you to settle the debate.
Both men are in their mid-40s, stand 3 to 4 inches taller than you, and are no strangers to working with their hands (as you can tell from their grease-stained work pants and work boots). They are standing over you, posturing and shoving at each other. They haven’t thrown a fist, but they’re continuing to get worked up.