I saw a syracuse fan in a wheelchair at the supermarket (Westloop Dillons). The orange and blue hat covered greying hair. His outstretched arms couldn't quite reach the milk.
"Mind if I help, Sir?" I said.
"That would be great, thank you!" He said, with a twinge of embarrassment.
I got a gallon of 2% in my hand, and took off his hat. His face expressed his confusion as my eyes grew wide. I took off his hat, unscrewed the milk and began pouring it all over him.
"STOP IT! PLEASE SOME ONE HELP ME!" He garbled out.
Smiling maniacally, I tipped over his wheelchair. He was quieter now, simply hoping for mercy. I bent down close to the white liquidy figure.
"Salute this," I whispered in his ear, and blew a snotrocket on him, then made my way towards the frozen pizza aisle.