Shifting Etiquette

The Erratic Genius and I are in a line-up waiting for our turn to order gelato.

Ahead of us is a dad and his two little girls. They are excited about the gelato flavours and are discussing the choices. Before they can decide on a flavour, the dad's cell phone rings and he answers it.

"Hello! Yes... How are you?" He responds into his phone. His girls become silent as he continues his conversation.

The Erratic Genius and I are chatting, joking and laughing together. A happy mother and son moment as we wait for our turn to order.

Suddenly, Cell Phone Dad turns to look at us and glares.

I lower my voice as I realize that our conversation is disrupting his phone call.

Breaking up - Part I

"I accidentally dropped your toothbrush in the toilet," I tell him with no sympathy.

He once told me that he had pissed in the soup that his roommate had been simmering on the stove.

"I didn't like the asshole," he had confided.

About the dropped toothbrush in the toilet, he asks with hate in his voice, "Why the fuck did you do that?"

I respond, feeling no emotion, "It was an accident. Just count yourself lucky that I told you."