Rant: The Euchre Bully

On the train, somewhere between Belleville and Trenton, fifteen middle-aged women, headed for an organized labour conference in the Big Smoke, have had too much wine and éclairs. A shrill and elephantine shop steward is spinning chairs around and is goading her sisters into a euchre game. The zeal with which euchre bullies pursue prospective players is overwhelming – this one is starting to conscript strangers and conduct tutorials. In some families, an alleged digestive parasite is necessary to gain respite from similar maniacs. I think a couple of these ladies are feeling one such bug coming on now.