And sometimes drunken fools.
A few years ago I was tailgating at a major southern college football match up and was mingling with other supporters wearing the same colors as me.
I was making small talk with a guy with a serious southern drawl and had just told him I lived in New Orleans. He immediately got excited about the Saints and asked "have you heard the joke about Drew Brees?"
"Maybe- try me."
He gave an appropriately timed pause, widened his stance to a 'joke telling' posture and began:
"Alright so if Drew Brees was a Jew" (the last word said with a slight emphasis).
I interrupted. "Alright- I have to stop you right there. I really don't want to hear a joke from an ignorant anti-semite."
He paused to consider what I said. And then he responded.
"Well, I am not ignorant and I don't know what that second word means."
I started to laugh but then turned it off. I looked at him to see if he was joking.
Nothing.
No slight smirk. No twinkle in his eye.
He was serious.
I gave him my best "bless your heart" look and walked away.
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