Strange, gross, but true:
So, I go to use the john at a large retailer of Chinese junk. Some guy comes in behind me, and we each go to neighboring stalls to do our business. While he’s about that and making appropriate noises from his back side, it’s clear he has taken out his cell phone and begins to yap while he craps. If that weren’t bad enough, what does he choose to talk about?
Here’s an exact quote:
“Hey, dude. I was wondering how much it would cost for a ‘P’?”
I guess if you have the gall to make a phone call while you’re doing your business, it doesn’t phase you to discuss small-time illegal drug deals while a stranger sits in the next stall. With all the noise he was making from his other end, he even had to raise his voice and repeat his inquiry on the current price of a pound of dope.
The devolution of the species continues at an alarming rate.