I was making copies at Staples this afternoon as a disheveled, 50-ish man groused at the copier next to me. He literally growled at the machine and complained, “Out of f–king staples?!” as he read the display.

He turned around to me (a complete stranger) and said, “This f–king technology! I can’t get the g—-m, motherf–king thing to work!”

The man obviously was a classless idiot-boob. I pressed two buttons and made his copies.

He grumbled, “Thank you.”

I smiled and said, “Merry Christmas.”

I then noticed the button he wore on his insulated vest — “GEORGE W. BUSH IS A DANGEROUS LUNATIC.”

Merry Christmas to all — and to all, a good night.