Daniel had a rough day at DenCon. Already in a grumpy mood from missing the continental breakfast at his hotel, it seemed everyone at DenCon decided to be a real jokester today. “The D stands for Denny’s, you clods!” Daniel exclaimed multiple times an hour. How did they not understand?! The convention was explicitly for Denny’s! “It’s so flipping obvious!” he thought. Yet all day long his fellow DenCon attendees ribbed him about the true meaning of the D.
"Hey man, what’s the D?!"
"I bet it stands for Dummy!"
"No, no, the D is for Dingus!"
"He’s Dankey Kang!"
And on…and on…and on. And the DenCon attendees were very clever and knew many, many words that start with the letter D. They clearly knew it was for his diner love, but they razzed him and razzed. “Laugh now, Denizens,” Daniel muttered, “but I’ll show you all. I’ll take the grumpiest photo all weekend. I’ll blind you all with my bright, shining, untanned arms. Now to flex juuuuuuuust right…” Daniel concentrated as the photographer readied his camera when suddenly a voice shouted out from the crowd.
"Hey Captain Derp! Nice pose!"
The audience erupted with laughter. A single, angry tear slid down Daniel’s cheek,