"Come on, don't be so immature. She's a dwarf. I've seen them on TV. They're pretty much like us."
"Where's Me Lucky Charms?"
"Wow, I can't believe there's a midget in our class!"
"Come on, guys. She's probably lonely. Let's invite her to lunch with us."
"Oh my God! That's hilarious! Let's grab her after school, shove her in a basket and place her on someone's doorstep like an orphaned baby!"
You honk your horn over and over expecting the man to move.
You rush out of your car and help the man out of the street. Even though you will be late to work, you help the man call someone who can pick him up. When no one is available, you place him and his HoverRound in your car and take him home, even though you are already thirty minutes late to work.
You jump out of your car and push the man aside. He starts to say something but you hurry back to your car and drive away before your boss gets pissed.
You step on the gas and act like you're going to hit the guy. When he doesn't move, you honk several times and swerve around him.
You dial the police on your cell phone and let them know there is an elderly man stuck in the road.
Everyone is different and this teacher is apparently one of them. You explain how compassion to the deformed is the best thing you can do.
Upset that your child is being taught by a freak, you call the principal and complain. When your complaint isn't effective, you call the school board.
You reprimand your son for discriminating against his poor teacher. You don't want to raise a bully. You ground him for a week when he tells you that him and his buddies have been drawing comics of their deformed teacher to hand out to other students.
When it is obvious the school board won't fire this teacher, you encourage your boy to throw rocks, ridicule and insult the teacher.
When you find out that your son has been tormenting his impaired teacher, you ground him for a month and lecture him on the importance of acceptance.
Turn around and tell the baby's parents to keep the son of a bitch quiet.
Pleasantly enjoy your meal while baby Sonofabitch screams and pretend he isn't there.
Eat your meal quickly, turn towards the booth of the screaming baby and toss your leftovers at the little bastard before exiting the restaurant.
Turn to the booth of the screaming baby and comment on his cute smile, even though he isn't smiling. Try to play a game of Peek-A-Boo.
After you finish your meal, get up, march over to the obnoxious table and dump you're glass of orange juice on the little douche. Then leave.
"No, Thanks. I'm Above The Influence."
"Sure, if everyone else is in."
"Hey, let's ground up some of this PCP I copped from my dad and mix it into the weed just to freak people out!"
"Weed is whack!"
"Everyone should try it at least once, right?"