...And People In Hell Want Ice Water.

This actually happened yesterday.


The scene is a local grocery store. The following is the one-sided conversation (which I overheard) of a middle-aged guy on his cell phone.


• “Listen, take a pitcher and dump some ice cubes and water in it and put it in the fridge.”

• “A water pitcher… There must be 4 or 5 there!”

• “Look again.”

• “‘cause I want it cold when I get there.”

• “A pitcher, for Pete’s sake. You can so find one!”

• “No, take the ice cubes out of the ice cube tray.”

• “What is there to be confused about?”

• “You can’t make ice water and you are graduating next month?”


(-Inaudible sounds much like a kid makes to indicate another kid is goofy, then rams the phone into his front jeans pocket and makes sounds not unlike a respirator.)


At this point, I so wanted to turn around and say “somebody needs a hug,” but I kinda figured he’d deck me.