cafe, gripe, snark, mild scatology/tmi
There is a man at one of the tables with a headset, conducting lengthy phone calls about real estate at the top of his lungs, and it feels like the cafe has become haunted by a Rich White Male Entitlement Elemental.
I want so badly to just, like, move to the table immediately next to him and whip out a kazoo or start beatboxing or something, just loud enough that his clients can hear me. Or maybe eat another six or seven sausage biscuits and just go over and flatulate shamelessly at him.
re: cafe, gripe, snark, mild scatology/tmi
@Balinares I mean, this is the second time I've seen this guy, so... it might be worth the investment. >:D Though I think Plan A next time might be "record him with my phone and present you all with highlights for suitable mockery."