Of course it would get worse. George had tried to sidestep the man. But a drunk waggle was hard to sidestep and so the other man still clashed into him. But George was more shocked by the fact that the other man kept going. He opened his mouth to say something, when out of nowhere the man turned and shouted at him. Ugh. How he hated Whitby. How dared someone talk to him like that! Was it not clear from his cassock and saturno that he was a priest! "You bumped into me, sir!" he said, quite offended.