I was at a hockey game and the home team sucked so I went out to smoke a cigarette out in the concession area. I needed a napkin to wipe my nose, but this guy was standing in the way of the condiment table. I was initially angry at him, since people at hockey games can be pretty rude, but then I realized he was retarded. He just stood there, very clean but mismatched in probably his best suit, eating a hot dog and dipping his fries meticulously in the ketchup that was drizzled on it. He just looked like he was having the grandest time in the world. But any schmuck could just walk up to him and make fun of his clothes or smile slyly behind his back and that would be it, that would ruin everything, everything that was nice and sweet and innocent for the both of us. Anyway, I just went to the bathroom and started crying, feeling so damn sorry for him, just feeling so...I don't know, like I'd kill the next person who even thought anything at all about him.
I don't go to hockey games much anymore. The home team just keeps getting worse and worse.