Larry David is back. He left. He did nothing. He returned. And our lives are a little more complete, the world a little more just.
The truth is, as sensitive as we may claim or even strive to be, there's a little Larry in all of us. He's the voice nagging at the back of your mind, noticing the foibles and fallacies of modern society, just aching to speak out. Whether it's the colleague who can't help but leave a small flotilla of dirty cutlery in the communal kitchen sink, or that one person whose round comes just as the party's collective memory has grown hazy, everyday life is full of small annoyances which common etiquette dictates we have to grin and bear. God forbid, you think, things might become awkward, as yet again an idiotic norm sees the last chocolate digestive go untouched, wasted, stale.
For Larry David, 'savoir faire' really is a foreign phrase. Whenever a small everyday stupidity rears its head, he doesn't hesitate to put things right. He is the profanity-laden voice of the voiceless, the ultimate champion for social etiquette justice. Some heroes wear loafers, it seems.
This absent tact makes Larry the world's most deadly social assassin, and though his unvarnished honesty often leaves him scolded by the hot water of polite society's backwash, we're grateful for his blisters.
Never change, Larry.