Next time I hear some nonsense about how Epistemology is dead or useless, I'll recall what I heard at a coffee shop this morning from an elderly couple:
Ms.: That's what you always say, but you're always wrong. I don't believe you.
Mr.: I'm tellin' ya... I saw it.
Ms.: You just think that's what you saw.
Mr.: No! Really! I swear on my mother's grave.
Ms.: You "swear on your mother's grave"? What good is that? That don't make it true!
Mr.: It shows you how certain I am.
Ms.: It don't. It shows how certain you think you are. You think you're right. But you're not.
Mr.: But what else can I do besides tell you what I saw?
Ms.: Become a better witness, so I can believe what you say.