funny story.
guy i work with walks up to me while i'm shaking a martini at a table...says, you are so retarded.
to which i replied, "uh. you are retarded." and went about pouring the martini and asking him to grab me something or other.
unbeknown to him, there was a special olympian at the table.
i felt it was the best way to handle it and was relieved the lady who heard it didn't make a deal.
there was something sorta slow about this fellow...but he wore his medal with his words and his good human decency. i rather liked him alot.
3rd place in japan. cross country skiing.
i told him about it later and watched his face drain like a quarter full bathtub.
