So I'm sitting in subway with my laptop, because i don't have the internet at home right now. and I'm browsing Photoshop Friday on somethingawful.com and a man walks across the restaurant and starts asking me things. like, do you work here? where do you work? what are you doing? how did they get a picture of someone doing that to a kangaroo? and he smells like hes been working in a septic tank. but I'm polite to his face hoping he will just leave, which he does after looking through the pictures of cowboys riding things like babies and skydivers and asking me which one i like best. he then goes back to pestering the lay at the counter for about 30 minutes or so, and thats fine by me because he kept his horrible BO on his side of the store. When he finally leaves he brings the rest of his family over so i can show they the pictures. his family, who is apparently far less educated then the smelly high school graduate of a father. ask me how I managed to take pictures of a cowboy riding; an angry bunny, a bird with huge arms, and batman. i tell them the pictures were made in photoshop eliciting blank stares all around. they soon leave hopefully to force dad to stand in a car wash making me want to be able to afford the internet more then ever.