Accommodating 'That Guy'

摘要

You know the type: short, squat, dweebish. Perennially henpecked. Never one of the Cool Kids. A one-man Target-Rich Environment. Has a countenance that screams "kick me." Always downwind of adversity. Tire tracks traverse the brain. Always slices his tee shot into the high, never-to-be-seen-again fescue on a links course. Never the Roadrunner (always Wyle E Coyote beneath the anvil, and it never ends well). A bug splat on the windshield of life. A crimeless victim.