The lady who swipes my groceries at the supermarket tells me about her son who is in the hospital. Last night his next door neighbour beat him up and took a bite out of his cheek. She tells me only sissies bite and scratch. In three months he'll need an HIV test. She calls out to an acquaintance who's passing by.
'Did you hear that my son got beat up?'.
'Yes, mine did too.'
I understand that it is a kind of competition.