And now, as Paul Harvey used to say, for the rest of the story.
I was sitting in a roadside diner, eating breakfast and minding my own business. Without warning, a dirty, smelly old hippie at the counter turned to my table and screamed at an empty chair, "It's in the constitution!"
I looked around, as I was alone, and no one else had spoken. I asked the dirty, smelly hippie, "What the **** are you talking about?"
The dirty, smelly hippie screamed at the empty chair, "REALLY? Where did you hear all this garbage?"
I had no idea what the dirty, smelly hippie was talking about, so I said "**** off, asshole", and went back to my bacon and coffee.
The hippie screamed at another empty chair, "Quit listening to idiots like them and you might get smarter!"
Then the dirty, smelly hippie staggered out the door, talking angrily to himself, scratching at a nasty rash on his arm, and leaving a chemtrail of stale urine and patchouli.
As he left, the waitress called out, "Wait, you didn't pay for your meal!"
The waitress picked up the phone to call 911. I finished my bacon and coffee. I knew some cops would soon jump out of the bushes and drag the dirty, smelly hippie off to jail.
"Better them than me," I thought, as I rode away.