NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE

Imagine this. You go to your local restaurant and are seated with your family perusing the menu when a commotion erupts near the hostess podium. Curious, you look up to see a middle-aged man wearing nothing but boxers, his ample belly hanging over the elastic, one bare, callused foot stomping with great indignation. The anger on his face is palpable as the words issue from his mouth in a vituperative stream, “But it’s my constitutional right!”