Why I Should Probably Move

So I met my new neighbors last night -- they moved into the apt. in the back of the building, which is right around the corner from my door. They brought with them an approximately 10-yr-old rusty red moped, with no engine cover, no fenders and a flat rear tire. It's on blocks in my parking lot, and it has bright yellow "I LOVE PICK N' PULL" bumper stickers on each gas tank. I'm serious.

But the REAL reason I should move: I got to talking to one of them on his porch last night -- the guy was in his late 20s, mega-mullet, no shirt, etc, etc. Our talk turned philosophical, and we began discussing (sort of) science. At one point he busted out this gem:

"Ya know, I didn't do so well in science in school......so I don't really believe in that shit."

Um.....OK. You don't...don't believe in.....science. Um...... I had to leave. I mean, what do you say to a guy who doesn't believe in fucking science???