They Know Not What They Do

Once in awhile, I give my friend, Joe, a ride.  He is a disabled veteran.  The left side of his body is affected.  He doesn't drive a car.  He wears glasses with very thick lenses.  His left hand is almost useless and he walks with a stagger.

This morning when I picked him up, he was in a dither.  It seems that earlier in the morning he was walking home from the store and a car full of young men yelled at him.  "Sober up, you drunk!"

Joe was very upset.

If only those idiots in the car who thought he was a drunk knew that Joe was a veteran.  They would be very ashamed of themselves.