You described someone who works near me to a very close T.

I play rap just for him.

He asked me once "How can you listen to that ****? It ain't even music!"

I asked him "How can you watch people race in a circle for 3 hours. It's not even sporting."

To which he replied "Ain't that what your track bike people do?"

Which smarted a little, to which I replied
"Oh, you drink yourself into a stupor and let your kid run amok in the neighborhood and your wife complain about how you don't do **** so she leaves your dumb ass."

To which he had nothing to say.

He removed the #3 sticker off his F250 two days later.

Meanness is the new social lecturn.