A man walked by Sheila and me on Saturday night while we were listening to a band play at our favorite bar. It was pretty obvious there was something a little 'off' about him. He took short little steps and walked very closely behind the person in front of him. His head sort of twitched about like a bird's. Being the compassionate person that I am, I nudged Sheila and told her to check him out.

Me (sort of out of the corner of my mouth), "Check out this guy... I think there's something wrong with him."

Sheila takes a faux casual look around and says back, "Is he retarded? Or is he from Yale?"

I laughed for 10 minutes straight.