One of my neighbors, Jimmy, is a foul-mouthed rednecked bigot. Nobody's perfect, of course, and as foul-mouthed rednecked bigots go, he's fairly likeable.

Blondie was taking Marie for a walk when she heard a loud screech of someone's brakes. There was a car stopped somewhat diagonally in the road, and the driver had jumped out and grabbed Jimmy, who was in the process of entering his house, by the scruff of his neck.

Under such circumstances, nobody speaks quietly, do they? "The next time," the guy yelled, "that you call my wife a fucking wetbacked slut", he clenched even tighter on Jimmy's shirt, "I'm gonna come down here and kill you."

Jimmy wasn't flustered. "You got a picture of your wife?"

The guy was taken a little aback. "A picture?"

"Sure," Jimmy calmly said, "so I know which fucking wetback slut you're taking about." The guy just stood there and stared at Jimmy for a minute, then released his grip, turned and got back into his car.

I don't know what's going to happen next time. I'm pretty sure there's going to be a next time, Jimmy being Jimmy, but I'm not sure if the guy decided that the insult wasn't personal or if Jimmy was unresponsive to threats. Both would appear to be true.