A dangerous lunatic
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.
5:59 PM