You’re on a train. You see a homeless man. He gives up his seat to an elderly woman. The elderly woman sits on the seat and gives the homeless man her groceries. It’s a nice heartwarming sight that even kicks the cynicism out of my cold, heartless heart. Or does it?
None of that matters. What matters is me. I think I’ve used all the words I know and now, for the sake of your entertainment, I have to learn some more. We might as well do this together: