I was going in. A teenage kid was yapping on her phone. A middleaged white douchbag in a hawaiian shirt with a moustache looking like a dirty lip, was heading out. He yells "Get some phone manners you bimbo!". Typical chode talking shit while he's running out the door.
So I slip back outside, and just as he's turning around I slam the door right in his face. He staggeres back and I say, "Oh didn't you want to say something to her?"
I gotta remember to do that shit after I get my food. I'm hungry.