Just got a call from Representative Man, who had nothing but praise for my verbal takedown yesterday. Apparently my "duck's back" theory didn't hold water; the kid was grumbling about my comment for the rest of the night.

What's more, according to Representative Man, his prospie kept expressing the wish to fight me, but decided against it on the grounds that I could probably take him.

It must be this intimidating hooded sweatshirt I'm always wearing. Or the worry that I'd shout "spring forth, burly protector, and save me!" and have Jubb give him a good thrashing.