The fact he looks like my accountant, or at least like how I expect my accountant to look like if I could afford one, just makes it all much more effective. Whenever I stand in line at the bank or the post office I look around hoping to see someone who might snap and go into a Lewis black rant for half an hour, but am usually sorely disappointed.
But that is exactly how he looks, like a guy who stood before you in the line for the last forty minutes and has finally lost it, turned to you, and is now preaching and letting off steam that was built up in long years of silent desperation in a world full of idiots and thieves.
Maybe tomorrow I will go to the post office.
Saturday is a busy day, and I feel lucky.