“Are you just arguing with me,” he asked, eyebrows raised like a puppets, “for the sake of arguing?”
It was true. I wasn’t arguing to be difficult. How do you explain to someone the difference between being difficult and being self-righteous? What was I supposed to say, anyway? That I was arguing because I was correct and he was moronic?
“Are you sure?”
“You can’t accomplish anything by being combative,” he said.
“I know,” I responded. That was entirely my point.