Innocent people can be forgiven, but the ignorant are a pain.
My dad was arguing with a government clerk who was delaying a file. The clerk was not well versed in English language, but kept arguing.
Exasperated, my dad grumbled, “I have to tolerate your delay. After all, beggars can’t be choosers.”
The guy turned furious and shouted back, “Are you calling me a beggar? Mind your language. I am not a beggar. You are.”
Innocent people are like Mulla Nasruddin.
Mulla Nasruddin was standing by the roadside watching a funeral pass by, when a stranger asked, “Who’s the guy dead?”
“I am also wondering. Must be the one inside the coffin.”