Earlier today I saw an elderly USM fan whose shoe was untied:
"Sir?" I asked. "Your shoe is untied."
"Dear me! I suppose it is." He responded.
"I'd be happy to give you a hand, friend," I said, feigning sincerity.
"Well that would be delightful, son," Said the old southern gentleman.
While steering the conversation towards the incredibly mild weather we've been having lately, I bent down to his shoes. Using my back as a visual shield, I untied his other shoe. Then, while agreeing that yes, I supposed it had been a bit more windy than usual, I tied both laces together.
"All set sir!"
Just after acknowledging my kind gesture with a smile, a look of panic overtook his face. He was losing his balance. Seconds later he was on the ground, writhing in pain. I delivered a kick to his ribs, rolled him over and snagged a Hamilton out of his wallet.
"Courtesy of Houston Nutt," I said with a sly smile, before spitting on the son of a bitch, and continuing my day.