This past weekend I ventured to Atlanta. While there, in Midtown minding my own business, I happened upon a rather Rude Gargoyle who challenged me to a contest. Trying to be a nice but firm Southern Gentleman, I replied, “No thanks, G. Maybe another time.” But he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so, the gauntlet placed, I stepped up to the creature, blinked several times and went to work.
Guess who won?
Let me just say this: the winner ain’t made of concrete.