It's love at first sight when Melvin sees an attractive protester, a black-and-white keffiyeh wrapped around her neck; and the next moment he finds himself in the midst of the protest, speaking some sort of truth to some sort of power, all thought of gainful employment cast aside in favor of a life of unending agitation against the current moment's outrage. Except ... Melvin might not be exactly cut out for this protest stuff.

(Also available in the short story collection "The Wrong Sort of Stories".)