As The Curmudgeon and Mrs. Curmudgeon were walking Sable – that’s the dog, not the stepson – at around 10:00 last Friday night The Curmudgeon felt the first stirs of nature calling.

Maybe it was in sympathy with all of the responding to that call that Sable was doing.

Less than a minute after that first stir the threesome coincidentally walked past the local Starbucks, still bustling despite the hour, and it was all The Curmudgeon could do to restrain himself from throwing open the front door and asking

Hey, may I use your bathroom? Don’t worry, I’m white.

Author: foureyedcurmudgeon

The Four-Eyed Curmudgeon is a middle-aged male who is everything right-wing America despises: he is a big-city, ivy league-educated, liberal Jew. He currently resides in a suburb of Philadelphia. He chooses anonymity for the time being because this is his first experience blogging and he wants to get comfortable with it, and see if he likes it, before he exposes himself (figuratively speaking, of course) to the world.

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