Gut Shot

What's worse than, while walking along the street inattentively, very nearly crashing directly into the former fling who eviscerated you (emotionally) several months ago, and who happened to be walking hand in hand with the scummy fraternity "brother" of yours, for whom she effectively dumped you, and who had supposedly already graduated and should mercifully be gone but instead is sticking around campus like so many pederastic maladjusted ex-students before him? (How to metamorphasize from Ivy Leaguer into white trash: Step 1) Graduate from Yale. Step 2) Don't leave. Step 3) Live joblessly and penuriously in the dorm room of an undergraduate.)