Dear clueless twit on the cell phone: I and my fellow transit riders do not wish to share in your moronic attempts to describe the nasty-ass details of your recent confrontation with Amber/Tiffany/the guy you're cheating on/your ex as you bellow into your phone at the back of the bus. Such delicate conversations are best carried out in private or, at the very least, in open spaces where you do not have a captive audience. Your grammatically-challenged bravado speaks volumes (literally!) about your ignorance and lack of class, which isn't likely to impress your fellow transit passengers, your friend on the phone or, say, future employers. Grow up and shut up! Please! Thank-you.
|Wishing I'd brought my iPod|