I'm (im)patiently waiting in a stuffy waiting room for Boy Child. I hate waiting.
Even more so when it's hot, humid and rank!
As I sit here in complete silence there is a young girl who is chewing gum. No, scratch that... chomping, salivating and drooling excessively. It's repulsive.
If I have to sit here another minute and listen to this, I cannot be held responsible for punching her in the head.
Oh great! She's talking to me! She wants to know... "is that a Galaxy S?"
Seriously!? Chew your gum and shut up! Leave my phone out of this.