I’m sitting at Tim Horton’s enjoying an XL double-double thanks to Roll up the Rim to win, and the, ahem, gentleman beside me has literally blown a gasket.
“For Fuck sakes”
“Jesus Fucking Christ”
Toss in a couple more “Fucks”, no “shits” but lots of “fucks”…
and SO much more colourful language, quietly, mostly under his breath, but considering that I’m sitting next to him, it’s all I can hear.
All the while he’s on his cell phone, pounding away on the keys (they click).
I just want to ask him what’s wrong…
It’s not that I think I can help him, that is unless his question is about parenting or taxes, but I just feel like he needs a friend right now to vent to.
If I were a bartender, he’s be talking up a storm, but he’s just pounding away on his device, either frustrated or upset at something he has either read, saw, or because he doesn’t know how to stop his phone from clicking.
What would you do?
Note: I actually thought he was cussing up a storm because he was trying to set his ringtone. I kept hearing all these beeps, whirls and whistles. One would think that R2D2 was beside me, but then the sounds stopped and the cursing didn’t.
Note2: He grumbled his way to the bathroom, then left. He’s known here. From this day forth I shall refer to him (silently) as the inept-smartphone-twit, or FIST, for short.
Fucking Inept Smartphone Twit, to more accurate.