Un Prejuicio Cognitivo

The pickpocket picked the alms man’s pocket when he wasn’t looking. He picked three dimes a quarter 27 ½ nickels (one having been run-over by a train, flattened out then cut in two) a pocket-comb missing several teeth and a half-sucked-on peppermint, the kind that old people keep in they’re pockets. ‘Quizás quiso decir?’ asked the pickpocket, ‘Quizás quiso decir?’ The alms man look at the pickpocket and frowned ‘what’s that?’ he said quizzically. The pickpocket responded with ‘Un prejuicio cognitivo es una distorsión, distorsión cognitiva, en el modo en el que los humanos percibimos la realidad. Algunos de estos procesos han sido verificados empíricamente en el campo de la psicología, otros están siendo considerados como categorías generales de prejuicios’. ‘I am not an idiot or an imbecile’ said the alms man, his face red with anger and confusion. ‘The pickpockets in these parts are crazed, crazed indeed’ thought the alms man. He checked his pant’s pocket for coppers and dimes, nickels and quarters, but found only lint and a piece of balled-up tissuepaper. ‘Damn pickpocket’ he howled, ‘Quizás quiso decir my ass’.