"Me? Who am I?", asked the bearded older man, his arms crossed against his chest, half laid back in the chair as he replied with surprise and yet, fatigue. A moments pause, not that he was searching for the words, but a flicker of wit lit up his eyes as he amused himself with possible answers.
"I would imagine I am a curmudgeon," he chuckled at last, and glanced over to see how that landed. He continued, "I prefer to dislike a thing just because, rather than like it, for the same reason. It saves me energy, time, frustration, and money. And yet, people shake their heads and smile because, its just who I am. Take you for example, I don't like you." He smiled at his cleverness as he looked across the table.
Shocked, the other replied, "You don't even know me!"
"Checkmate."
