Letting Me Out In Public Unsupervised Isn't Always A Wise Idea

A conversation, in text message form, occurring while I was riding a BART train to a baseball game:

• Me: Definitely a big fat guy on this BART train talking on his phone about 3e [D&D] weapons and strategy.  Serious business.  Sadly no neckbeard.  I wish I had my gelatinous cube costume.

• Wade: Just scream something along the lines of "Fighters are better than Wizards!"  And watch the nerdrage ensue.

• Me: Oh man, he has a ponytail too.  A Hawaiian shirt as well.  NEEEERD.

• Wade: THAT'S JUST TOO MUCH STEREOTYPE TO HANDLE
• Me: "You know, I'm just happy his character is alive." - This Guy
• Me: If I get off before he does, I'm definitely going to say "4th Edition is better" and sprint.
• Brett: Do it!
• Wade: DO IT. POST RESULTS.
• Me: "You know that guy you were playing chess with?  Yeah, David!" - This Guy
• Me: I think I scooted before he could process what had happened to his world and rage.  I'll be looking over my shoulder for the rest of the day, however.
• Wade: You, sir, win several internets.
• Brett: You are in the Bay Area, after all.  Caution is key.
• Me: I think I'm safe from nerdrage hiding here at the baseball game.
• Wade: That is a safe assumption. 

• [much later]

• Carrie: 3.5 is totes better